WWHM Election Day Issue!

Good morning WWHM readers, and welcome to the Election Day Issue of WWHM!

And for the thousands of WWHM readers outside the United States, what does Election Day mean? It means your chances of being on the receiving end of a Teledyne AGM-158 high-precision air-to-land missile for a couple of barrels of rotted dinosaur bones just went down about 98%. Congratulations Ulaan Bator, Mongolia, now feel free to go about your regular daily business! We will not steal your sheep!

I'm The Weasel, your cordial host into the shady world of WWHM. What is WWHM you ask?

WWHM is a heavy, nasty and pasty stew of clueless men who have no fucking idea how to relate to women. Are they just shy? Unfortunately, no.

No, we analyze the type of men that make you dry heave like a grass-fed cat. We amalgamate these men into a rancid, viscous ghoulash called WWHM that not only entertains you, but also acts as a fecal-based burning agent that you can cast forth at your enemies eye sockets, causing them to flee post haste in a robust combination of fear and horror.

Well, here I am ready to go cast my vote for President of the United States! You see, in 2004, I tied a string around my finger so I'd remember to vote, but I forgot. So in 2008, I'm stepping it up a notch and chaining myself to Dick Cheney whilst adorning myself with an 18th century cast-iron man-cloak. Man, my balls itch so bad I'm about to release a cauldron of snapping beetles into my over-snug llama-skin cock sleeve. Pray for me!

I can't wait for the results tonight folks, and please make sure you get out and vote today. This is the most important election we will ever face in our lifetime.

As always, let's do the posts...............

(Hey, thank you WWHM fans! November 1st was our 4th month anniversary. With over 300,000 hits, I can't thank you enough. Keep spreading the word of WWHM!)