This Planned Parenthood debate is Kyl-ing me, amirightladies? Normally the closest thing to political I ever get is writing elaborate Joe Biden fan fiction, but this whole mess in Washington DC over funding Planned Parenthood has gotten my waist-high panties in a french twist. What is it with all these men in suits named John trying to trace every single abortionÂ back to Planned Parenthood? I mean come on, the pap smears there are so affordable and the nurses will give you all the free condoms you want even if you just told them you havenâ€™t had sex in three years and probably wonâ€™t for the next three. Whatâ€™s not to love? I canâ€™t quite buy that the GOP hates womyn, so the only logical explanation is that they just hate a good deal. Nobody puts baby in the bargain basement, amirightGOPwives?
Seems to me this oneâ€™s for the girls to decide, but what do I know? I donâ€™t even have a date, let alone a boyfriend, let alone a husband, let alone a reason to worry when I miss my bi-monthly period. Speaking of which, I should get that checked out but I donâ€™t even know where now (Gailed It). Anyway, I said aloud to no one the other night, Gail, letâ€™s do some learning. Letâ€™s take a look at some of the â€śanti-abortionâ€ť messaging out there and see what all the fuss is about. Pro-life? If only I could find a man who is â€śpro-wife,â€ť specifically for me.