Curly on Giuliani

So, the thing about Curly is that she kind of sucks. Don't get me wrong -- she's still my best friend and all, but she's on "blog hiatus," whatever that means, and that sucks. So, like back in the day when she didn't have a blog and I did and I was all, "You should start a blog," and she was all, "What the hell would I write about?" and I was all, "Shut up and blog, bitch!" and then she was finally all, "Okay, I'll blog," and then she was a funnier, better writer than me and I was all, "Fuck, why did I make her start blogging?" and … I TOTALLY lost track of that sentence. My point, that I was slowly and clunkily getting to, is that Curly says funny things. And if she isn't blogging and sharing them with the world at large, then I probably should. I shouldn't hog all the entertainment over IM, right? Anyway, we've been discussing the presidential candidates a great deal, and like many New York Democrats, we have no small amount of loathing for Rudy "9/11" Giuliani. And right before the New Hampshire primary, we talked about it. So here you go:

Curly: OMG, I was reading the paper on the way to work today and I literally had to reread a sentence several times to make sure I read it correctly. Giuliani was talking about his defeat in Iowa and his current position in New Hampshire (sucky) and he said he wasn't worried. Then he said, "On Sept. 11, I worried a bit" or something to that effect. He is desperate.

Me: Jesus. [I know, my political commentary blows you away. It's okay, no need to bow down before me or anything. Unless you want to, of course.]

Curly: The fact that he weaves that reference into EVERY FUCKING SENTENCE he utters is mind-blowing. Has he no shame at all? Or any sense of how repetitious he is? He's like the aging jock who's all fat and gross now but can't stop talking about his prowess on the football field.

Me: Totally.

Curly: You know who he is? He's Uncle Rico.