The Problem With SF Flings

I love to have travel flings. In San Francisco they are especially sweet, as the gals there are super fun and hot and they are plenty. And I have adored my SF flings. But every now and then I have to deal with the fact that they have politics that envy Cuba. Tonight, my current hot SF fling said, "Happy Chavez Day."

I almost passed out and asked, "Not, Hugo, right,?!!" No, she said, Cesar. I said this fling is over.

As much as I like sex, my libertarian ideals do triumph.