Trey Gowdy and the
gag reflex.
He said that God
might forgive but never forgets.
Yet even over this he
seemed to have his doubts.
After Trey Gowdy got
off his knees and wiped his chin
and flushed the
toilet and all that he had purged was
sucked away in a
circular motion and he got back
on his feet and
looked at his increasingly pale and see through self image in the mirror and
said,
“Trey, you can handle
this, only a few more months, guy.”
And his wife called
from downstairs, “Trey, sweetheart
your breakfast is
ready.” And Trey replied, “Ok, I will
be right down.” And
Trey looked at himself once again
in the mirror and
whispered to himself, “for the love
of God and Country.”
And once again Trey Gowdy got
down on his knees and
stuck a finger down his throat
and vomited up the
rest of what he had eaten at the
pro-life community
bbq the night before. The all pork sausages had seemed a bit off but it was the
Russian dressing that for one reason or another had left the most lingering of
aftertastes.
Geen opmerkingen:
Een reactie posten