Plan B will soon be available OTC to girls as young as 17. Good. Sad. But good.
Needless to say, the knuckle-draggers are leaving skid marks all over the place. You gotta love this title on “The Other McCain” blog: “What next? Over-the-counter roofies?”
Plan B—the drug that allows guys to breathe a sigh of relief the morning after using some chick for selfish pleasure—will now be available to 17-year-olds without a prescription.
Who cares that she’s not even old enough to buy a pack of cigarettes legally? Get her drunk on wine coolers, get what you want, then the next morning, take her to CVS to get Plan B and make sure there’s no chance the slut will show up in a few months talking child support payments and DNA tests.
So guys, if you screw a 17-year-old and “forget” to use a condom, remember: Nothing says “thanks a lot, you cheap whore” like the gift of Plan B!
The only thing worse than the politburo seeking to make the rest of us do as we’re told is when they pretend to give a damn about women. Luckily, they don’t fake it well at all.
