Sandra Fluke pulls out early and just says no to her Congressional suitors, telling them, "it's not you, it's me."
A Chattering Teeth exclusive! This reporter was given 12 minutes to pump miss Fluke for information, provided I do it on her home turf and in a location she felt most at home. So there we were, in her car's back seat.
Unfortunately, the first 5 minutes of my allotted time were spent untangling a misunderstanding she had for the special purpose of our meeting this day. When I assured her, "not in a million years, even if she were the only pseudo-female left," and then vomited a little on myself, did she finally understand .
"You're not the first to travel the well worn carpet in my Georgetown dorm room wanting 'just to talk', so let's do this!," said Sandra Fluke.
the red "take a number" ticket dispenser mounted on the console she said had sentimental value from her college days.
Once I was down to occasional dry heaves, I continued.
So in conclusion, if you live in the greater Sacramento area, keep a look out for Sandra Fluke behind the wheel of her oversized weiner mobile, passing out condoms and STDs to the willing progressive freak show masses.