Platinum Pampers for Best Sex Scandal

To take a page from Brand W: No, not on your life, no, maybe, no.

No contest.

Although I’m surprised and disappointed that I haven’t heard of little Vito getting hurt in a “gardening” accident due to Mrs Vito Number One.

Spitzer wins if for no other reason than pestorking in his socks.

Degree of difficulty, though, for Paterson, because he’s you can’t say that it’s wrong to say mean stuff about people who are differently abled you mean heartless bastard you.

[But I'm serious, though. You gotta find a lot of stuff during the physical act of love. Going for a squeeze of a bewbie and hitting air? Good effort, right intention, but non-optimal execution.]

@chicago bureau: Well, if the urban legend about losing one sense leading to a heightening of the other four is true, then he probably does ok. (Hence the maybe.)

Wow. I thought Edwards had this one in the bag. It’s not just the cheating on your wife. It’s the impregnating your hippy-dippy mistress that you employed on your presidential campaign while your wife is at home dying of cancer and taking care of your two little ones that really blows Spitzer’s socks off IMHO.

@Jamie Sommers: The judges determined that as a sitting governor, Spitzer had the edge over a failed presidential candidate and fantasized AG nominee. Had the story broken during the primary campaign, Pretty Boy would have been an odds-on favorite.

@Jamie Sommers: Yeah, and Edwards conceived his kid with the fucking space alien on the ship she flew in on.

@FlyingChainSaw: They rent rooms by the hour? What kind of coins does an alien “magic fingers” bed take?

i’m with jamie on this. i demand a recount.

reds, i remember thoses beds from my misspent youth in cheesy motels on school holidaze! funny story..i’m alone in a hotel room in italy taking a nap and the bed starts shaking. i start looking for the ‘magic fingers’ coin box to turn it off. i’m looking i’m looking, can’t find it. then it stops. i thought i was having an acid flashback. that night at a crowded dinner table, i heard, hey! did you feel the earthquake? no coins needed.

@baked: No bribes, no recount.

And say, you’re still in the Eastern time zone, right? It’s, um, important.