For years, a young Bush supporter had been taking vacations at a country inn. The last time he'd finally managed to have sex with the innkeeper's daughter. The next time he arrived, he was looking forward to an exciting few days. He dragged his suitcase up the stairs of the inn, then stopped short. There sat his lover with an infant on her lap.
"Helen, why didn't you write when you learnt you were pregnant?" he cried. "I would've rushed up here, we could've gotten married, & the baby would have my name!"
"Well," she said. "When my folks found out about my condition, we sat up all night thinking & talking, & we decided it would be better to have a bastard in the family than a republican."

Yea, you're right, I wouldn't want the little round heeled whore in my family either!!!!

It's amazing what one extra chromosome can do for a guy! Mort you are truly a cocksmooch!

Good morning Mort, you cute little fudge-packer.
I bet you can put a mean lip-lock on a foreskin!

Wild guess here: you're from Lawrence. That would explain you...

This is Mort's foot print!







Hide Mort...It's Hunting Season you Queer!