When I saw Bialek on TV, I knew my ship had come in. You see, as ashamed as I am to admit it, Herman Cain harassed me too. I haven’t been able to sleep, not because of his dreadful harassment or how cheap and dirty I feel, no. I’ve been tortured by the pictures of a new Harley Davidson Wide-Glide dancing through my head. I don’t need a book deal, hell, any Politico reporter could put a FXDWG on his expense account, I think. But somebody beat me to the punch. Damn you Sunny! That’s my check you’re spending!!. That’s EXACTLY the same suggestive look he gave me!