Yesterday Your Diligent Gossip Monger spent literally hours at the CAMPUS PROGRESS NATIONAL CONFERENCE, which was held at a terrible MINOTAUR-INFESTED LABYRINTH known as the Omni Shorem Hotel. 1,400 young communists came from all corners of the Soviet Union to discuss Obama’s FIVE-YEAR PLAN and to hear HOT CELEBRITIES talk about HIP-HOP and AK47s. Too many stories, so many scandalous photographs! …

The exclusive PRESS ROOM, busy as a bumble bee. This is where Your Wonkette Correspondent would retreat to for a cup of ORANGE JUICE and a nap, whenever the action got too hairy …
Center for American Progress’s prized thoroughbred blogger-stallion MATTHEW YGLESIAS participated in a very earnest discussion about water fluoridation and other COMMUNIST RACKETS that jeopardize our National Security. Each panelist was asked to name three GLOBAL THREATS that they thought were trendy and chichi. Clearly channeling the great JULIE ANDREWS, Matthew delighted the audience by singing his response in a lyrical tour de force titled “(A FEW OF) MY FAVORITE THREATS” …

Afterward, Yglesias was accosted by a lustful swarm of BARELY-LEGAL PROGRESSIVE-MINDED GROUPIES — even Your Dutiful Gossip-Huckster joined the flock in hopes of procuring some sort of souvenir, like a lock of his GRIZZLY BEARD-MANE. But after waiting patiently in line for what seemed like minutes, Mr. Yglesias initially refused even a HARMLESS PHOTOGRAPH, because apparently he avoids your Wonkette like ANTHRAX SCABIES! But blessed be Amun-Ra, for Your Humble Gossip Columnist is also an accomplished practitioner of the ancient Mesopotamian art known as Persuasion. Matt soon fell prey to some FLATTERING HAIKU; his eyeglasses fogged up and his nipples became as hard as CALCIUM DEPOSITS. And then ABRACADABRA! Not even Matthew Solemn-Pants Yglesias could resist! …

If you don’t think that is adorable, you are probably a jerk. This photo will be cherished forever.

Secretary of Rampant Diabetes KATHLEEN SEBELIUS told a scary story about what happens when you don’t eat your vegetables! What happens is that Kathleen claws you to death.

Look at all the blood rushing to WILLIAM CLINTON’S stimulated head! Only an Arkansas sex gremlin like him could manage a face erection.

Unclaimed press passes, at the press check-in table, at 7:00 PM, THE END OF THE CONFERENCE. What’s the story, MAUREEN DOWD? Too busy making out with your Pulitzer Prize? …
Years from now, when Yours Truly is an OCTOGENARIAN, curious children will inquire, “What was it like to experience a Campus Progress National Conference? Was it like magic?” and also, “Did you really chop off your finger to avoid being drafted during THE GREAT MOON WAR WITH CHINA?”
“Yes.”
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Yea yea yea, Riley, the pic of you at Matt-bo is scrumptuous. But the real question remains unanswered: WAS THERE TEH BUTTSECKS?
Campus Progress National Conference? Did Sarah Palin tag this thing or what?
Wonkette needs to spring for a better cameraphone for Riley. Why does Wonkette hate America?
Clinton is more orange than Boner’s dog, and almost as good looking.
Oh Riley. I hope they never discover a cure for random bolding syndrome.
Just more creeping collectivism.
I’d like to see a Hip Hop AK-47 or Hiphopnikov that can be fired sideways…
Why didn’t you snag the MoDo tag? I’m guessing it probably comes with a nice gift bag of a gallon jug of wrinkle remover and red hair dye.
Bill’s head is stimulated cuz he sees you, Riley.
I hereby demand my Wonkette do a liveblog of the Marion Barry press conference. What could be funner?
Today, we are all face erections…
I could read Riley’s dispatches all day!
Matt is pretty brave. I wouldn’t get near a guy wearing a Members Only jacket.
Good photography, Wags! (The one that you didn’t shoot, that is.)
It’s rumored that several Soviet spies are entombed in secret crypts directly beneath the Omni Shoreham Hotel. There is a secret entrance to the crypts in one of the offices for a hotel manager.
Additionally, strange undergrounds tunnels connect the hotel, the Washington National Cathedral and Sidwell Friends School.
Minotaurs. They can be such colossal pains in the ass.
queeraselvis v 2.0: Of course there was no buttsecks. Yglesias is too smarterish to have sex with a 14 year old.
For a minute there I was worried that Yglesias’s face fat was going to eat Riley, but then I realized it’s being held in place by the “seriously-i-do-have-a-jawbone” beard.
I think palling around with the teabagger paultards has infected Riley with Caps Lock Boldface Syndrome. Or CLBS, also.
rereridiculous: On my monitor Clinton is redder than Boner’s dog’s boner.
Mad Brahms: dammit.
“…his nipples became as hard as CALCIUM DEPOSITS.”
If I had a job, in an office, I’m sure I would have startled everyone with my laughter.
I would have worn my Member’s Only jacket too!
Don’t they ever send you to places with an open bar, Riley? I mean, orange juice is nice and all, but these are politicians you’re dealing with, and this means free booze.
Oh, and that picture makes you look like a young Sean Penn.
Clinton and Sebelius were apparently too terrified of the unwashed masses to actually address these people in person, preferring to broadcast their liberal lies via closed-circuit TV from their underground sex lair.
natoslug: At least not on a first date, that is. Also.
Apparently that photo of Matt and you shows his immediate embarrassment at your asking him if you could tuck in his shirt-tails and linger at the ass-crack for a bit.
karen: He and Ross Dwipthat need to form a Jaw-less Wonder support group.
Tommmcatt: Is our Riley of legal imbibing-alcohol age? I dunno what that number is in the District of Columbia…
Maureen Dowd is a member of the “press”? That’s revelatory.
Riley, I’m still worried about you. You need a few good meals to put color in those cheeks. Stop having the vegan girls cook for you, hon. Also, a haircut. Otherwise, great job.
Siobhan Hughes of Dow Jones Newswirez must have felt special, having her nametag right next to MoDo’s…
Rev. Peter Lemonjello: No, dingy, all-bold caps is the lingua franca of yer gossip columnist types. To wit…
http://www.theonion.com/content/columnists/what_a_year_this_was
Terry: Leave that hair alone, son. You look mahvelous.
Is Riley wearing a t-shirt from a Mozart concert? I did not know the guy gave any concerts with t-shirt concessions.
Humpback: “Amadeus in the Hiz-HAUS! Everybody say JA!”
Hey Riley, can you shake your head back and forth and go “CHACHACHA!!” for me a few times.Can you grow a Charlie Chaplin mustache as well? That would be awesome.
Bronkers:
I dunno. I’m so old that everybody under 30 looks the same to me.
Why didn’t Yglesias sing his more well-known hit duet, “To All the Threats I’ve Loved Before?” Was Willie Nelson at a Teabagging Party?
Also, Riley, this post gave me a face erection. Now I need someone one to beat me over the head until I cum my brains out. Can I have your address?
magic titty:
I know. Maybe Mr. Waggaman was mistakenly at a scrap book convention.
One word of advice: Gamma Correction
http://comicbooth.com/images/threatpanel494.jpg
http://comicbooth.com/images/bill.jpg
http://comicbooth.com/images/sebelius.jpg
So now headliners don’t even bother to show up in person but via video links? They’re not getting paid or anything for this are they?
Wow, tres amusest.
‘Face Erection.’
Any trannies there, besides Bubba?
Check your ISO, next time. Also.
Love ya’, Riley. You still got balls.
Whattayaknow? Bill Clinton really *is* a redneck.
Humpback: Wasn’t wearing a Mozart teeshirt dangerous around all those gay liberals? Watch your back, literally, young Riley.
face erection? this post just gave me a face erection.
What I can’t figure out is why on earth would Matt “Calcium Deposits” Yglesias want to avoid Wonkette?
Look at all the blood rushing to WILLIAM CLINTON’S stimulated head! Only an Arkansas sex gremlin like him could manage a face erection.
Funny, yes, but do you even remember Bill Clinton? Weren’t you like 8 years old when he was impeached?
Bronkers: What are you, a fucking narc?
assistant/atlas: Good judgement.
You’ve raped me with laughter. Well done, Riley!