Sex on the City!

I'm loving the Rudy Giuliani "Sex on the City" scandal. It's got all kinds of juicy bits, like the possibility that the reason he wanted his Emergency Command Center within walking distance of the Mayor's office (instead of out in Brooklyn where all the security experts suggested it be placed) was that he wanted to use it as a convenient love nest! Fucking hilarious. The Emergency response on 9-11 was a disaster in and of itself because the Emergency Command Center was useless. How many people died so Rudy could get some tail? What's most hilarious about the deaths of all those fire-fighters and police officers is that after his prostate cancer, I don't even think he can get it up anymore. Hah hah. Rudy's impotent. No SuperTube action for him anymore.



Oh, and look! Here's Rudy's Holiday dance with his former prostate.

Super-Tuber pt. 2

The Headline from the Idaho Statesman? "More Gay Men Describe Sexual Encounters with U.S. Sen. Larry Craig."

Here's a quote:

"First he washed and dried my cock. Then he rubbed it with shortening or butter. Finally, he dipped it in his favorite cock condiment (mustard is his favorite)."