Sanford's Wife And Sanford's Mistress

Sanford's wife is in the chair and the mistress is the other one, the one that looks like a fucking Italian grandmother at a wake. The third woman is Miss Canada: she doesn't fit into any of this at all except as an example later in the post. But she does have a great cameltoe. Not to change the subject. Now, back to the governors wife and his mistress: talk about the frying pan and the fire. Oh-ho-ho MAN!! Ok, here's how this little spermfest in a teacup full of skanky grannys is gonna play-out: this "other woman" is more of a skank than the wife. So the wife will put up with that. If you - this is Primo Life Advice for you dudes, now - if you fuck someone the wife considers less hot than herself, the wife feels sorry for the mistress and thinks, "Shit, she really NEEDS a good fuck, the poor thing, I guess I can farm my old man out to her for a minute or two, no way he's gonna fall for her." Women know that it's only surface appearance that is a threat to them, they know that us men are shallower than a puddle of rat piss on the train tracks. But if the other woman is some fucking smoking hot piece of ass like Miss Canada (see above) the wife is gonna go for the fucking throat. She knows she can't compete with prime-cut pussy so she's gonna skin the guy's hide at the lawyer's office and hang his skin in her new 5-car garage. So this "affair" will blow over. Because the broad Sanfor's fucking on the sly is a fucking dungeon dweller. In fact the two broads will likely become friends because they're both real ordinary, and ain't never gonna ever get fucked by anybody ELSE except Cry-Baby-Man, and they will pro'bly get along with each other better than either of them ever really got along with the ugly dude. He's just a schlep social-catch anyway, just something to get invited to go to bureaucrat parties with. That's all he is. Both these broads know that. They'll pro'bly start fuckin' EACH OTHER, fa crise sakes. And not let Goofy even join 'em. They may BOTH agree to suck the guy's bank account dry in fact. Yup, I see these two broads becoming pals, they're both so fucking ugly. Now if this guy had had a half a brain here is how he would have handled this little indiscretion. He would have called the press conference and said "It's true; I did have uncontrollable passionate sex with that woman. Every time I see her my penis fills with enough blood to float an oil tanker. Sweat falls down the front of my face when I lay eyes on her and my testicles feel like they are vibrating like a tuning fork. She is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. There is no way I can look at her and not become as erect as a caribou in September staring at Bambi's mother. The only solution that can possibly work is to either ship her to Mars or pluck my own eyes out, she is so beautiful." Everyone in the room, including the mistress would all look at each other and go "Huh???" The wife would eventually say to him "There's something seriously wrong with you, dear, I mean, I'm Elizabeth Hurley compared to her. You need to rest." He'd be off scott free. If you're gonna talk for the Press make it dirty or make it blasphemous or make it both. They'll love you for it and and will keep you famous forever just for the next press conference. The Press are all dirt-whores. So give 'em dirt. They're also all douches too. So just give 'em more dirt than they can handle. And that ain't hard. They can't handle a lot of much. Except nigger cock in the ass or gullet, or maybe a quarter, since 95% of them are Jews.