crappy hour
There's the fact Silda is hot. The fact that she showed up. The fact it all went down at the fucking
Mayflower. There's the fact this makes Jack Grubman's little Blackberry preschool tryst look sweet and sincere, and the fact this has to put
Eliot Spitzer one degree of sexaration from some of the Wall Street greedmongers he so loved to loathe. Which brings us to the inevitable. While he was fucking Dick Grasso, was he also
fucking Dick Grasso? Because, you know, the governor doesn't like using
condoms. And that is pretty much what
Glamocracy Megan and I have been discussing all morning. What, did he just need his jizz to land someplace it shouldn't? Or the old small penis problem? That and Spitzer's blind, marathon-running potential replacement after the jump.
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