Expanding the Format: Now Wankette HQ Will Begin Doing Poopie-Jokes, Too

Not that the all-anal-sex, all-the-time format was too restrictive (restrictive like tight jeans as you watch Deliverance).

But it's still good to have other territory which I can explore. So far, it's butt-fun, weiners, and homos, whether actual or alleged. That's a nice little troika. A man could make a career talking about nothing but butt-fun, weiners, and homos.

But my muse Wonkette is a good muse, and she provides me with even more Wonkette-approved subject matter to blather on about. She absolutely slayed me with this hi-larious post:

Wonkette House correspondent sends us this notice:

"Suspicious substance," eh? Well, if you had ever been in there after Hyde, you'd know to avoid it anyway.

Zow! Pang! Zoot! Henry Hyde makes poopies which smell stinky. This is cutting-edge political commentary.

Wonkette's frickin' jerkin' them out of the park lately. I bow to her brilliance.