Ain't No Rubber Match

In last night's debate showdown that reminded me of a Dating Game split screen:

Moderator: "Obama likes long walks on the beach, John. What are your favorite ways to romance your man?"

John McCain: (rolls his eyes) "Well, where I come from, long walks on the beach are for sissies..heh, heh, heh."

Obama: (grin of confidence) "Let's just get one thing straight. John is about as romantic as a couch pillow, and this is just a fact."

Obama, in my view, had his best debate and best performance to date. He was cool, calm and pointed on his answers.

Meanwhile, McCain was clearly high off the fumes from his sharpie. Did anything he said last night make any sense? Did he even form a complete thought ever?

Just as a side note, I woke up hungover from the debate drinking game we played in which you had to drink every time "Joe the Plumber" was mentioned. Poor Joe...you're either a plumber, or you drink Shlitz six packs. Why can't you just be Joe the Neurosurgeon? I think it's a lesson to all of us....name your child Joe, and prepare for him to come home one day with a mullet, beer gut and a tattoo that says, "Crazy like a Focks" misspelled.