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Frank LaRose got canceled by Garfunkel and Oates.

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This just keeps getting better. Frank LaRose tried to declare his candidacy for Ohio's Senate seat now held by Sherrod Brown but somehow the Garfunkel and Oates song, The Loophole began to play in the background.

Dimestore politicians just can’t catch a break. Let’s hope they keep fumbling.


Vaccine conspiracy theorist, anti-Semite, and Democratic candidate hopeful Robert F. Kennedy Jr. had one of his press dinners devastated by a particularly long and loud fart. Meanwhile, conservative Christian candidate Frank LaRose kicked off his campaign announcement call to supporters with an NSFW song from the musical comedy duo Garfunkel and Oates. As the Ohio Secretary of State announced his candidacy to hundreds of Republican supporters, G&O’s bop “The Loophole” began playing in the background.


The song starts out sweetly enough, with the singers proclaiming “All my life I’ve been good/do what my mom and dad and God say I should” and taking pride in the fact that they wear a purity ring. But the song quickly devolves into a farce, as G&O realize that they can still keep their “morals” along with their “hymen intact” if they jump right to “fifth base”, so they sing “f*ck me in the ass ’cause I love Jesus”. Check out the hilarious music video below, but be advised: it is extremely NSFW! “We don’t really know [how the interruption happened]” LaRose’s campaign spokesman Ben Kindel told The New York Post. “It really could have been anything. It was really just a minor thing at the beginning, and Secretary LaRose went on to talk to his outpouring of supporters.” Kindel went on to say that he didn’t believe the song was the work of “some sophisticated hacker,” but I beg to differ. A gag of this magnitude is the pinnacle of sophistication. When asked whether or not he believed the song was an attack on LaRose’s religious beliefs, Kindel said he hoped “somebody isn’t targeting him because of his faith.” No one is targeting LaRose because of his faith, my friend. They’re targeting him because of the f*cked up things Republican candidates impose on American society because of their faith. Namely, limiting the reproductive rights of women and denying the right of trans people to exist. And there aren’t any “loopholes” around that.


As for the Garfunkel and Oates song. The Loophole. It is very offensive if you are a christian conservative. Do not play it if you are at work. Saying its NSFW is an understatement.
 
This just keeps getting better. Vaccine conspiracy theorist, anti-Semite, and Democratic candidate hopeful Robert F. Kennedy Jr. had one of his press dinners devastated by a particularly long and loud fart.

Someone apparently appreciated "Catcher in the Rye's" account of Edgar Marsalla nearly blowing the roof off the place at Pencey Prep.
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Then he started telling us how he was never ashamed, when he was in some kind of trouble or something, to get right down his knees and pray to God. He told us we should always pray to God--talk to Him and all--wherever we were. He told us we ought to think of Jesus as our buddy and all. He said he talked to Jesus all the time. Even when he was driving his car. That killed me. I can just see the big phony bastard shifting into first gear and asking Jesus to send him a few more stiffs. The only good part of his speech was right in the middle of it. He was telling us all about what a swell guy he was, what a hot-shot and all, then all of a sudden this guy sitting in the row in front of me, Edgar Marsalla, laid this terrific fart. It was a very crude thing to do, in chapel and all, but it was also quite amusing.
Old Marsalla. He damn near blew the roof off. Hardly anybody laughed out loud, and old Ossenburger made out like he didn't even hear it, but old Thurmer, the headmaster, was sitting right next to him on the rostrum and all, and you could tell he heard it. Boy, was he sore. He didn't say anything then, but the next night he made us have compulsory study hall in the academic building and he came up and made a speech. He said that the boy that had created the disturbance in chapel wasn't fit to go to Pencey. We tried to get old Marsalla to rip off another one, right while old Thurmer was making his speech, but be wasn't in the right mood.
 
That's thinking outside the box alright.

Some things go without saying.

How about a recitation of "Ka-Ka Crocodile!"

See you later alligator.
(Wha-ha-ha Toledo, Frito Bandito) (alternate line)
Aft, aft, after while, ka-ka crocodile.
After a while, ka-ka crocodile!
Doyouknowhatis, ka-ka crocodile?
Ka-ka crocodile is when you go in the back room to watch porno flicks with the boys and you end up jaging each-other off and before you know it, you're doing each-other up the rear-end and you get, ka-ka crocodile!
"Ring around the penis." Those dirty rings, you keep scrubbing and scrubbing but still you get, "Ring around the penis."
Ka-ka crocodile!
Don't let your Dad see it!
Ka-ka crocodile!
Whatareyougoingtotellyourwife?
Wife, I got, ka-ka crocodile!
Whatareyougoingtodowhenyougoswimming?
Whatareyougoingtodoafterfootballpractice?
Oh, those'll be all the boys with whom you have, ka-ka crocodile!
Ka-ka crocodile!

It only takes a glance, to know that lance.
 
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You'd think a hand job would do.

This makes me want to post another recitation:

"My Masterbeast"

There was once upon a toy,
From a far away gland,
A cleature of egnormus protrusions.
Breed it did fire,
Into but it didn't go,
The maiden, when the castle wasn't there.
Hand it went into.
Lupen found, Lupen found,
A piece of place, of slappiness.
Oh joy fought Lupen,
Cup and frown, cup and frown,
Grimace and Greek, shroan and freak,
Handt thad dragdrun wid yer kill.
Sputter it dying.
Watch last words, of him whooze spit Hon my land.

You must have done something special to get a recitation of both "My Masterbeast" and "Ka-Ka Crocodile!"
 
Within the article in the OP it had a link to tihis ... too funny :LOL:

Robert F. Kennedy Jr.’s press dinner was a real stinker. How big was it? It was a bigger stinker than the QAnon-themed action flick The Sound of Freedom, but maybe not as big and stinky as the billionaire summer camp where all the CEOs are toasting cans of Celsius while laughing off the needs of the laborers whose work lines their pockets. RFK Jr’s dinner was vile. It was rancid. It was putrid. Why?

Because someone ripped a big one.

The cheese was cut. The wind was broken. The cheeks squeaked. The tush trumpet was tooted. The bottom was blasted. The fanny was fluted. The booty bomb was blasted. The rump roared. The butt burped. The ass asked the question. Someone farted.

 
Someone apparently appreciated "Catcher in the Rye's" account of Edgar Marsalla nearly blowing the roof off the place at Pencey Prep.
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Then he started telling us how he was never ashamed, when he was in some kind of trouble or something, to get right down his knees and pray to God. He told us we should always pray to God--talk to Him and all--wherever we were. He told us we ought to think of Jesus as our buddy and all. He said he talked to Jesus all the time. Even when he was driving his car. That killed me. I can just see the big phony bastard shifting into first gear and asking Jesus to send him a few more stiffs. The only good part of his speech was right in the middle of it. He was telling us all about what a swell guy he was, what a hot-shot and all, then all of a sudden this guy sitting in the row in front of me, Edgar Marsalla, laid this terrific fart. It was a very crude thing to do, in chapel and all, but it was also quite amusing.
Old Marsalla. He damn near blew the roof off. Hardly anybody laughed out loud, and old Ossenburger made out like he didn't even hear it, but old Thurmer, the headmaster, was sitting right next to him on the rostrum and all, and you could tell he heard it. Boy, was he sore. He didn't say anything then, but the next night he made us have compulsory study hall in the academic building and he came up and made a speech. He said that the boy that had created the disturbance in chapel wasn't fit to go to Pencey. We tried to get old Marsalla to rip off another one, right while old Thurmer was making his speech, but be wasn't in the right mood.
I went to Pencey Prep……..any years later.
 
Doubtless that fart was the most meaningful thing heard that night. Finally - real relief for long suffering Americans!
 
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Doubtless it was the meaningful thing heard that night. Finally - real relief for long suffering Americans!
Frank LaRose is a religious nutter who is pushing the GOP social war claims in Ohio as our Sec. of State. He isn't interested in solving problems.
 
Frank LaRose is a religious nutter who is pushing the GOP social war claims in Ohio as our Sec. of State. He isn't interested in solving problems.
Edited my post for the sake of clarity. ;)
 
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