MegJon's Elevator

Now that the remote yet still terrifying possibility that Herman Cain could be our country’s leader has receded like some putrid Coney Island wave or a Kardashian’s vow of eternal love, I’d like to acknowledge that it would probably be fun to drink bourbon, eat day-old Godfather’s pizza, and hit golf balls off of a roof with him (assuming he was wearing a chastity belt, of course.)