It's an Election Year and I Don't Like You

What’s that? You and your new boyfriend are breaking up? Has it been two months already? Wow. How the time flies. So, you know who you’re voting for?

For what? For President of the United States. For the kit and the caboodle. For the right to drive the expensive sports car that is the United States of America. Certainly you knew that?

No, she isn’t running anymore. It’s Barack against John.

McCain.

John McCain. Senator from Arizona.

Yes, the state. What, you thought he was from Arizona Avenue or Arizona Iced Teas or something equally dumb?

Look, I’m sure your boyfriend just has problems expressing himself. And I know, it sucks when the sex gets routine. And I’m sure you have been fighting a lot. That does not, however, preclude you from your duty to know who the hell is running for President.

Do you maybe think that this is why nothing changes?

What are you doing?

Yes, I understand that I’m not seeing anybody but well, I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Because, you’re a whore. And I walked into that buzz saw before.

I didn’t mean for that to rhyme.

I already apologized for that.

I already apologized for that.

Okay, how many times does a man have to apologize for the same mistake until it’s over and done with in your little world? Fifty? Sixty? Give me a number and at least let me know what I’m dealing with here.

Whatever. It’s not happening. We don’t even like each other.

It has too stopped me before. Look, I think you should leave.

That’s just mean.

Lower your voice, okay. I have neighbors.

All right, now you’re just scaring me. Get out.

I’m serious. Get out.

Whatever. Try reading a newspaper.

Yeah, well it breaks my heart. I was hoping you’d want to see me tomorrow.

Same to you.

Uhhhhh. There just has to be a sane one out there.