wait till tomorrow..it’ll be 4 strategically placed washcloths..
I'll check the news this weekend.
Wait until 2011 and it'll be a G-string and two pasties, and she chatted them up as she slid around the pole.
LOL!
“...and then she answered the door wearing nothing but a merkin and tassles...she’s definitely not presidential material...and I said, ‘Excuse me, ma’am, are you Mrs. Palin? I’ve come to prep you for your debate with Joe Biden,” and she said, ‘Why yes, but you mean this ain’t no social visit?’, and I began to get nervous because her husband, stud Todd, was lurking in a dark corner smoking a cigarette and looking straight at me, STRAIGHT AT ME, I TELL YA. Then she says to Todd, ‘First Dude, fix this sweet boy a drink!’ And Todd, he says to her, ‘Sure baby, whatever you want,’ and then he walks over to her and — I kid you not — he stubs out his cigarette right on her bare shoulder and she doesn’t bat an eyelash! I ran oughtta that hotel room faster than a jackrabbit, yassssiree, I did! And that’s the TRUTH!”
I love the media.
Three washcloths. The Masked Magician strikes again!
Sarah, we love you.