Notice how (apparently) Mr Albo feels he has to trick his wife into having sex with him. OK, so a little wine and some slow-hand maneuvering can be romantic and seductive (even in this High School Fuck-Around kinda way), but why do we need to know any of that? What's the point? And why exactly did she really lose her lust and bolt from his
This guy seems to think it was because of Mr Englin's use of the term 'vaginal', which Mr Albo can't even bring himself to utter. But isn't it just as likely she was so turned off by this moron's attempts to install the Virginia State Government in every woman's crotch that she felt a sudden and urgent need to slap his doughy little face around to the other side of his stupid fuckin' head, and so her only real option was to flee?
Just askin'.
And remember - the bad guys don't show up looking like bad guys. Sometimes, they show up looking all soft and cuddly and jovial; like this Albo schmuck.
(hat tip = Wonkette)
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