Upon hearing of the Elliot Spitzer escapade(s), my first question was I wonder what they ordered from room service.
Next thought, of course( I'm a guy), is boy, she sounds cute.
Are we not good at destroying ourselves? Gee, he was so good at destroying others.
Sounds also as if this was not his first time at the buffet.
I feel bad for his wife, and think that she has probably lost her appetite.
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008
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