My First Lady doesn't even WEAR lipstick
Looks have become a very big part of this election. The aesthetic is all of a sudden a qualifying factor for attaining the highest office in the nation and, with good reason, I am a bit concerned...
For my opponents.
I am. I feel truly blessed to have been made of many different body parts that have stood the test of time. One of my opponents, and I won’t say who, is 72-years-old and seems to be ageing a bit worse than ole Frank here and I’m over 200-years-old. Not too bad and I guess yoga isn’t all hype. Although some of the positions are tougher than others when you have steel rods in your legs.
The other issue that’s been brought up in this election is sexism. Now as I pointed out in previous posts on here, I don’t have that much exposure to women aside from the screaming and crying most of them seem to do in my presence. But I’ve always been respectful of women and that’s why I believe I landed my gorgeous wife, and the future First Lady of the United States.
However, as these claims of sexism continue to abound, I’d like to keep her anonymous for now. We can simply refer to her as my wife, or Bride of Frank N. Stein.
We met in 1935, in a laboratory near mine and it seemed like she was created just for me. Ours was a forbidden love, again full of the normal tribulations of relationship in its infancy - the mobs, the angry townspeople, the fires, the fact that she originally despised me and was terrified of my presence, etc. Cest la vie for young lovers no?
We married soonafter meeting and she wore her hair up, which I love. Since marrying, it’s like we’ve been living a fiction story and we just seem to have so much in common. She will make a tremendous addition to my White House and is DEFINITELY better looking than a bulldog or pig with lipstick or whatever Governor Palin associates herself with.
My bride will be adding more of her thoughts on foreign policy and monster advocacy later, but I wanted to introduce her now so we can get it out of the way and move on to the important issues - like whether or not I can see Russia from my house. I can. I’m very tall.
Stay scary America!
- Frank N. Stein
For my opponents.
I am. I feel truly blessed to have been made of many different body parts that have stood the test of time. One of my opponents, and I won’t say who, is 72-years-old and seems to be ageing a bit worse than ole Frank here and I’m over 200-years-old. Not too bad and I guess yoga isn’t all hype. Although some of the positions are tougher than others when you have steel rods in your legs.
The other issue that’s been brought up in this election is sexism. Now as I pointed out in previous posts on here, I don’t have that much exposure to women aside from the screaming and crying most of them seem to do in my presence. But I’ve always been respectful of women and that’s why I believe I landed my gorgeous wife, and the future First Lady of the United States.
However, as these claims of sexism continue to abound, I’d like to keep her anonymous for now. We can simply refer to her as my wife, or Bride of Frank N. Stein.
We met in 1935, in a laboratory near mine and it seemed like she was created just for me. Ours was a forbidden love, again full of the normal tribulations of relationship in its infancy - the mobs, the angry townspeople, the fires, the fact that she originally despised me and was terrified of my presence, etc. Cest la vie for young lovers no?
We married soonafter meeting and she wore her hair up, which I love. Since marrying, it’s like we’ve been living a fiction story and we just seem to have so much in common. She will make a tremendous addition to my White House and is DEFINITELY better looking than a bulldog or pig with lipstick or whatever Governor Palin associates herself with.
My bride will be adding more of her thoughts on foreign policy and monster advocacy later, but I wanted to introduce her now so we can get it out of the way and move on to the important issues - like whether or not I can see Russia from my house. I can. I’m very tall.
Stay scary America!
- Frank N. Stein
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