Wonkette

By the way, I'm client #8. Which is to say: "Hey, Mr. Spitzer... if you've got an itchy spot on the thip of your pee, pee now, too.... well... sorry 'bout that. But the doc said a course of penicillin would clear it right up."

He had grabbed four wrap halves from the buffet outside and, once seated, proceeded to meticulously separate the sandwich meat from the bread itself.
Ever the optimist, Herr Volfovitz wants to live long enough to see his Iraq plans come to fruition. Although he doesn't abstain from all bread -- he's a big fan of the leaven of the Pharisees.

There was that story about Wolfowitz putting his comb in his mouth before grooming his locks -- maybe it was just a between-meal snack?

Who do I have to blow to never see Jessica Cutler's name ever again. She is a damn dilettante.