In light of the recent 40-hour talk-a-thon thrown by Republican Senators and led by my buddy Rick Santorum, a fillibuster thrown to highlight the Democrats shocking (shocking!) partisanship by not voting in four judges, all of whom could be described somewhere to the right of Hester Prynne's townsfolk (hey, I can drop in some classic American literature), I give you this:

The other day, after waking up hung-over and having made a late night pizza run, I spent the morning blowing stuff out of my ass so nasty that that my toilet looked Santorum.