O-M-G! After what I’ve seen in the last few weeks at the State Capitol, I never want to date Governor Bobby Jindal. He has got to be the most inconsiderate lover on the planet. And I’ve been in prison, so that’s really saying a lot, girlfriend!
Seriously, those poor public school teachers have been treated like a piece of fresh meat that dropped the soap in the shower. It’s bad enough that they have to deal every day with little heathens in their classrooms that deserve to be in prison. (I’m looking at you, you goddamn breeders!)
Now the governor is treating them like his bitch? He may have only three biological children, but he’s become the “daddy” to countless educators. (Oh, snap!)
Now don’t get me wrong. I’ve been bent over and nailed so hard I couldn’t see straight so many times, I’ve lost count. And with very few exceptions (not you, Raul), I’ve enjoyed every excruciating minute of it because most of my lovers had the decency to at least try to tend to my needs while they were plowing my back forty.
He may have only three biological children, but he’s become the “daddy” to countless educators. (Oh, snap!)
Look, I’m not saying Jindal should toss their salad. Even though I enjoy doing it, I understand it’s not for everybody.
But Jindal should have the decency to at least give the teachers’ unions a reach around. Or pinch their nipples or something. You know, throw them a bone while giving them a bone.