sometimes i get angry enough to cry. like this morning, watching this video:
you remember ken starr, the man who brought (and brought, and brought, and brought) the world every pathetic detail of monica, bubba and the infamous cigar.
why did he care so much about that? why does he care so much about THIS?
i suspect ken starr has himself what we used to call in brooklyn a “two-inch-killer” and that his mini isn’t very mighty in the erectile department. i mean, the viagra needs a little something to work with, you can’t start with the penile equivalent of a blank slate.
why am i being so hard on the practically non-existent penis of kenneth starr? because i see in him the napoleon complex suffered by most sexually inadequate men: a hatred of sexual love so deep and fierce that he will go to most any lengths to prevent others from having what he can’t quite have himself.
there’s no other possible explanation for him and his pathetic career.
here’s some advice from skyy for little kennie starr:
here are a few things you can do to stop this witchhunt and save the already legal marriages of 18,000 loving couples:
sign this letter to the supreme court, asking that existing gay marriages in california not be unilaterally dissolved
support national freedom to marry day on february 12th
if you’re anywhere near sacramento, join equality california’s marriage lobby day on february 17th
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This post made me both laugh and cry. Thanks for posting it Jaxx.
It wouldn’t be so sad that his dick was so small if his mind wasn’t even smaller. He can still find ways to get his off in his closet but his mind…..ahhh…that might be permanent.
Ken Starr must have the smallest penis in the world. Why does he concern himself busting up the marriages here in CA of his BETTERS?
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