I forgot to write women from Albuquerque’s South Valley in my last post.  I love South Valley girls.  My Arch-Nemesis called me a few days ago and old A.N. was saying how he’s into Latinas.  My Arch-Nemesis is a fine gentleman.  It’s a pity we’re determined to destroy each other.  He’s a charming fellow.  Latina is a very racist term, isn’t it?  Let’s call them Rucas.  Yeah!  I love a raven-haired, full-lipped (a pair of lips you can really put the lipstick on), long-legged, bootylicious, hip-swinging, temperamental Rucas.  The kind of woman will fuck me silly and then hold me up at gunpoint and steal my car.  If I had a car . . .

So what does this have to do with Eliot Spitzer?  I can’t talk about it.  Let’s just say he and I share something in common.  Wink, Wink.  Nudge, Nudge.  Yep.  You guessed it.  I too was a State’s Attorney General turned Governor.  I can’t fool any of you!

I have a secret crush on a married woman.  She’s from the South Valley, too!  What will I do?   Nothing.  That’s what.  I can’t help it!  I love those feisty women from the south part of town.  They’re a little nuts.  Hey!  I wrote about this before.  I need to get off my ass and do something about it.

OK, OK!  Contest time!  I promise.

Original post by causticj36