Oh no he didn't!

"What you mean you been dating my husband Herman. He ain't dating you heifer. He's fucking you. And when he be fuckin you he ain't trying to fuck me. That's a win-win beyootch. You where is my Alize at girl"
"Ignorant heifers all up in my business."

Herman Cain is taking some nasty Bialick's

Drudge Report......
A woman has come forward to accuse Republican Presidential candidate Herman Cain of innappropriate conduct when she approached him about obtaining a job. Althought she did not work for him at the time and invited him up to her hotel room this represents sexual harrassment under section 69 of the feminist codebook of proper dating procedures for anyone not named Bill Clinton. Mr. Cain has declared that he is totally innocent and has demanded an investigation to clear his name. He has named Penn State Football Coach Joe Paterno to investigate these horrible allegations.....developing.

Marilyn's Diary

Today would have been my Uncle Hermans 152 birthday.

I loved how he used to cuddle with me when I was feeling blue. He would take me in his arms and snuggle with me and let me tweek the bolts in his neck.

Then he would tweak my teenage nipples. And other things.

With his long green tongue.

It was the best of times.

Marilyn's Diary

I was born a Munster. I will die a Munster. It has nothing to with cheese. And everything to do with my family.

You see I was orphaned at a young age when my mother and father died mysteriously on vacation in Eastern Europe. It had something to do with villagers and pitchforks. So at a young age I went to California to live with my Grandfather and my Aunt Lily.

It was a good life. I loved Southern California. I learned to surf. I hung out on the beach with my friends Gigdet and Moondoggie. But there was one problem. My Uncle Herman.

You see he liked to touch me.