June Cleaver: A Series of Unfortunate Events. As I said yesterday:

Straight Men Suck.

June "The Bitch" Cleaver went on a date today, with a boy whom we will call Horhay Luise Dope-ila.

Flaw number one: She had to pick him up because he drives a 1978 Pinto.

Flaw number two: He took her to see a heinous play. During the heinous play, he made two phonecalls to check the score of the Cowboys game.

Flaw number three: He said he was going to cook her a magnificent dinner, when they returned from the play, he asked HER to do the prep work.

Flaw number four: Dinner sucked. It was salty fake filet mignon, undercooked boxed scalloped potatoes, and green beans that she had to clean and snap. He then placed a bite of fake steak in his mouth, threw his hands in the air, and triumphed over his own culinary achievement.

Flaw number five: While they ate dinner, his roomie and his roomies girlfriend were passed out on the couch in the living room due to the copius amounts of alcohol and cannabis that they had previously ingested.

And for the icing on the cake.... Drumroll please:

They stepped outside for a post dinner cigarette, and he recieved a phone call- then two sets of people come over, and he proceeds to sell them drugs... In the middle of their date.

Needless to say, June has given up men and taken up Jack- Daniels that is.  ¶ 9:53 PM