Uh, what the hell is in the water in the governor's mansion? Spanish fly? Truth serum? Vodka?
Eliot Spitzer, Mark Sanford, and Flailin' Palin appear to have drunk deeply from some secret source of governor-water and are unable either to keep it in their pants or shut up. In some cases, both. Spitzer must have ordered the spanish-fly-only water, while Sanford clearly got the delightful and tasty spanish fly/sodium thiopental combo.
The only thing that was clear in Flailin' Palin's eighteen minute harangue yesterday is that she got the vodka. Hey, I guess there are some real benefits to being Russia's next-door neighbor; unfettered access to Stoli. See ya on Faux News, Winky!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
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Well, you when you're close enough to Russia to see it from your front door, it's probably hard to keep away from the vodka....
...and it's still true (in a sarcastic sense, at least) the second time around...
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