Maybe Paul Pelosi had a “friend” over while the Mrs was in Washington and the “friend” wasn’t into the level of kink that Mr P wanted. Mr P got angry at not getting what he paid fo” and grabbed a hammer, and the “friend” grabbed another hammer from the same place and tried to defend himself. Maybe they were in the basement near the peg board where the hammers hang. That must be it. It’s as good as any story the press will come out with to cover up the sordid truth.
I wonder what the sex was of the occupant of Paul's car wreck. The one who magically disappeared.
