Joe Six-Pack No More

There was one good news from last night's final presidential debate.

Joe Six-Pack found him a nice whatyoumacallit, job! He's a plumber now! Good for him. He must have done his research - plumbers get to drill all the desperate housewives they could handle. Can we say, drill baby drill? Especially with that six-pack - the ladies simply won't have no chance to resist.

When I saw how McCain was emotioning with his face, I thought oh no, now the all-powerful pundits are gonna tear him up like sharks having sunday brunch at Captain D's. I dunno... I don't think showing your true emotions is necessarily bad. Well, I suppose it is if that other guy is sitting within kissing distance, and your face is bouncing through satellites and TVs everywhere. D'oh!

But then again, Obama wasn't so hot when he dodged the question about what he would cut given how fucked up the financial universe has been. I am guessing the correct answer was all-of-the-above, but that would've been unacceptable. For now. Give 'em another week, when he has triple digit lead, and he can say whatever the hell he wants as long as he says it in his perfect voice (according to that body language show on History Channel).

What do YOU think about all this?

Personally, I am just happy we got "cheap" gas again...