You're the bee's knees, but so am I

On Saturday I had dinner with a former foreign policy analyst. Let me tell you what we talked about: Not Stuff I Want To Talk About.

I almost got out of it because I am a little bit sick. I rarely take medicine when I am sick. But the evening wore on me and when I got home I looked for some headache stuff. I found almost nothing for my head but I found a lot Band-Aids and a lot of shit for my vagina.

Apparently I have defined a fierce policy for enemy foreigners invading the domestic corpus: If you attack my brain or an appendage of mine, I will negotiate.

But if you attack my pussy, I Will Fucking Kill You.