I had been steadfastly avoiding pictures of Sarah Palin’s VP debate performance. It sounded a bit nauseating.
Well, yeah. (What a thing to inflict on your unsuspecting bloggy readers on a Sunday. Evil man.)
Palin could never get away with that schtick over here. Everybody would laugh and point and spread rumours that she must be Anne Robinson’s unacknowledged love child. Wink, wink.