Did you read the big New York Times Magazine thing about Harry Reid? Neither did we! But artistic contributor Lauri Apple claims to have at least skimmed the 58,000-word feature, which apparently revealed that the 70-year-old Nevada senator wears black (African-American?) yoga pants and Grateful Dead t-shirts. Gross. Also, from another article altogether — about how Reid has a 52% unfavorable rating in his home state, and has three no-name teabaggers ahead of him in the polls for whenever he’s up for re-election — we learned that the scene in Casino where the mobster is getting the what-for from that Gaming Commission guy, well the Gaming Commission guy was really Harry Reid! (We don’t remember that scene, either.) [NYT Magazine]
THERE'S NOTHING ABOUT HARRY
January 15, 2010
Harry Reid’s Yoga Pants Have No Negro Dialect
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Only douchebags do yoga.
Harry does a mean “Downward Facing Dog.”
That pose is known as “Downward Blue Dog”.
A Mormon Grateful Dead fan? Next you’ll say he’s not a virgin.
Hey, does this Lauri Apple person have a website?
You wouldn’t catch no self respecting teabagger doing no yoga, also.
All that the issue of NY Times Magazine I have access to has is a gross picture of Mario Rubio’s pock-marked face and another even grosser picture of the same Mario apparently rubbing his privies, which I suppose explains the acne scars.
Harry Reid in yoga pants would be a relief.
By far, the headline of the year. But, sadly only on Wonkett.
Stop and imagine what a yoga studio in Carson City is like. The entire city is filled with Ma and Pa Kettle look-alikes, sporting neck tattoos, and pounding down fried shrimp at the Fandango Casino buffet.
Hell, Ann Coulter’s a freaking deadhead. The squares appropriate everything eventually.
Was that the Casino Commissioner who was retaliating against the mobster because the mobster refused to buy him off by hiring his incompetent nephew as a floor manager? Hmmph.
I just spent 3 minutes in my office breakroom, microwaving my hobo beans, and someone was watching The Young and the Restless. I saw three commercials; one was for a weight loss product, one showcased a pill you could take that would make you stop pissing yourself, and the last one touted some spectacular new and improved lice-killing shampoo. Is this the soap-opera demographic? Fat, piss-soaked, lice-ridden housewives? Jesus in heaven, no wonder there are so many bitter and angry rural white males.
[re=495409]Rosie Scenario[/re]: [re=495411]Extemporanus[/re]: I have obviously never done the yoga.
[re=495420]SayItWithWookies[/re]: It is true; The dickhead poseur biker asshats are exclusively republican, and for the love of God, never, ever go to a Jimmie Buffet concert, they are like Woodstock re-enactments for the lame.
They were “black Lycra stretch pants” Wonkette. Way to bury the lede.
[re=495422]Prommie[/re]: Is this the soap-opera demographic? Fat, piss-soaked, lice-ridden housewives?
Yes, though in fairness, I think it’s mostly lice-ridden offspring.
[re=495427]problemwithcaring[/re]: YOU LYCRA!
[re=495420]SayItWithWookies[/re]: Its hip to be square!
Ahhh the Middle Phlangelical Harmony Gesture , yes, it’s a good Stimulator.
[re=495426]Prommie[/re]: I would rather pleasure a piss-soaked lice-ridden Carson City housewife than attend a Jimmy Buffet concert.
Everyone should watch the (I think) second last Yacht Rock episode, the one with Jimmy Buffet, also.
[re=495413]Crank Tango[/re]: http://trendpiece.blogspot.com/
[re=495448]MattW[/re]: Thanks!
[re=495422]Prommie[/re]: Yes, makes me wonder where Harry Reid’s nephew is employed RIGHT NOW…..
[re=495412]Gopherit[/re]: Pat Leahy is a bad influence.
But he still hasn’t gotten Chocolate Cherry Garcia added to the Senate Commissary menu.
What the hell are Yoga Pants?
[re=495615]proudgrampa[/re]: (Just googled): Oh, hell. We used to call those clamdiggers or something.
[re=495615]proudgrampa[/re]: To put this in official proudgrampa-speak, yoga pants are sans-a-belt capri-length trousers, specially approved by Gwyneth Paltrow for use by the Brightest Young Things. Who would not be us, pal.
Why can’t we just run Dick Smothers, who was the one who played him in Casino, instead??? He might actually win!!!
Do they give a Nobel Prize in illustration?
I’ve got a soft spot for Harry Reid.
So sue me.
Yes but has he attempted “Downward Walrus” yet? Because for reals, why else would a dude get involved in yoga.
Harry Reid is just creepy, Steal Your Face t-shirt or not…
[re=495422]Prommie[/re]: Just pay a visit to the nearest WalMart and just spend some time people-watching, it’ll all be clear to you then.
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