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. . . ratings.

Our favorite photo of Rachel is the big smile, cute one in the pink shirt with the Haynes showing underneath, shirt half in / half out, where she’s sitting by her best friend – the arm dressed in green and orange.  Really, she is one of those butch girls that would be a do over  . . .   again and again.  Very hot in that photo.  See photos below.

Having a distinct bias toward lesbians in heels, we have ignored very cute (actually quite handsome) lesbian Brainiac Rachael Maddow.  But Rachael can be denied no more.

When a lesbian licks Nancy Grace on television  . . . well, what can you say that people aren’t already thinking?

We could have said that Rachel licked Larry King . . . Lou Dobs . . . Hardball?   All true but the visual just isn’t there for us.

Here are the numbers from Tuesday night:

HANNITY/COLMES 3,136,000
O’REILLY 3,060,000
GRETA 2,908,000
HUME 1,977,000
COOPER 1,828,000
RACHEL MADDOW 1,801,000
SHEP SMITH 1,724,000
KING 1,710,000
OLBERMANN 1,635,000
GRACE 1,166,000
DOBBS 1,156,000
HARDBALL 821,000

UPDATE:  Some very “smart” MSNBC viewers have apparently been writing to Rachel to let her know that she’s . . . oh my . . . gay!

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Our lesbian champion’s new show has been on the air for about a month and – not surprisinly – she’s topping them all.

And for all of you Repblican housewives with closeted limp-wristed husbands, sorry to tell you but you will not be able to butch up your life with Rachel.   Rachel has been happily partnered with artist Susan Mikula since 1999.  How’s that ball and chain fitting about now Rachel?

By the way, we did a post a few weeks back about lesbian make-up and hair.  Rachel will be added to the list; although I’d bet that most of the lonely Republican housewives like Rachel in the “before” state.  Damn, if we were into butch girls . . . Susan we’d be after your hot wifey.

Bonus information:   Rachel is an admitted bad dancer which again would make her a perfect partner for a straight Republican women.

Rachel and Susan

 

PS – would you Rachel lovers come over to Two Lesbos Goin At It.  It is the only place that you will ever read the script from an adult movie.

That’s right – go to Two Lesbos Goin At to read the actual script from the film “Who’s Nailin Paylin.”  Yes – you read it right.  And you thought porn movies are made without scripts, didn’t you?

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We wanted to do a blog together; but as usual we couldn’t agree on the name or what we would write about or the theme for the design.  I suppose that shouldn’t be a surprise since we can’t seem to agree on anything.   “They” say that we aren’t married but if we aren’t, why does it have to feel so much like a marriage complete with ball and chain?

We’re civiled & unionized but bottom line – we’re two lesbos goin at it – over anything and everything.

It’s been 10 years since we met.  What a fun night.   I was working out of town and decided to try out the tiny lesbian neighborhood bar down the street from my hotel.   I noticed her almost as soon as she came in the door.   Everyone seemed to know her.  She was so perky.   Okay, so even though the word “perky” may conjure up dreams of a just-old-enough-to-avoid-jail cheerleader, I can’t say that the dream is far off the mark.   Even from across the room I could tell that joy was pouring out of every inch of her. 

I’m not sure how we managed to be standing side by side at the bar so quickly.   In my memory it seems like she was at the door across the room talking to everyone in the bar and then she was right beside me.   One of those twitch my nose things and zap, there she is.   I’ve had that happen.  A totally different story and totally different girl.  

Okay, you talked me into it.  I’ll tell the other story first. 

The bar was down a dark alley.  The door wasn’t marked.  Only a small light above the door with selective admittance by peep hole invitation.   

Once I’m in, through the smoke and by the light of a bulb hanging over a pool table, I notice a girl (probably straight) with a great butt.  I barely had a chance to think about her and her butt.   Hold on . . . next thing you know she’s dropping her jeans and panties to show me her tattoo that . . .  just happens to be on her butt.  

Wouldn’t I be a great testimonial for that movie “The Secret“? 

The Secret has swept the world and touched millions of lives; mine is one more story of a life transformed into joy.  Learn of the bliss that I have have created in my own life as I share the power behind the law of attraction.  Works on family, friends, pets, health, wealth, and now . . . stranger’s butts.

Anyway . . . that was a weird night.   I’m minding my own business trying to get a sneak peak at a stranger’s butt, that looks quarter bouncing fantabulous, when next thing you know I’m checking out a tattoo on that butt, hearing about Chinese philosophy and the “meaning” of a butt tattoo.  There is “meaning” in a butt tattoo?  Who knew?

I always thought a butt tattoo meant a girl was an easy mark for one out of control sexcapade.   And, please – never more than one night with a girl sporting a butt tattoo.  Even though my mother would never know . . . well, actually my mother would know.  She’s one of those mothers.

Did you know that in Chinese philosophy, “yin and yang are generalized descriptions of the antitheses or mutual correlations in human perceptions of phenomena in the natural world, combining to create a unity of opposites”?   Shocking, the load of crap that one collects from looking at one butt in a smokey peephole alley bar just before closing time.   Thank the good Lord that it was only one night of hearing about the meaning of a butt tattoo.

Well, that was then and I’m in a different place now. 

Back to my original story.  No, this girl didn’t have a butt tattoo.  She hated tattoos and women that went around looking at stranger’s butts and having one night stands.   Instead she was happy, joyful and perky.     So even though we had  . . . 

He’s awake.  Our little man is awake.  I’m hearing a sleepy call for “Mommy” from his room.   “Mommy is on her way, sweetie.”