Rumsfeld wears iced underwear for uncontrollable erections

I don’t believe a word of this, but it’s pretty hilarious.

Looks like someone decided to put together “99 Little-Known Facts About the Bush Administration.”

The person’s a pretty good writer, at the very least. Assuming those bits aren’t plagiarized.

I’m pretty sure it’s not plagiarized. An article about that SA forum post appeared in the Opinions section of Yahoo News a few weeks back.

Nothing on Snopes about the rumors yet…they must be true!

What they’re not telling us is that SecDef was compelled to filch a pair of intensely used nylons from Victoria Clarke’s desk after his own pair ran badly before a cabinet meeting, and got to liking the whole sensual experience so much that after the vascular problem cleared up he decided not to tell anybody, but instead arranged for Ms. Clarke to leave the DoD for a lucrative “private sector” job which consists basically of wearing (but not washing) about eighteen pairs of nylons each week and sending them by military courier to the Pentagon in a pouch marked TOP SECRET.

Need I explain the uncontrollable long-term erections? I didn’t think so.

I’m not so sure it’s BS. Read his posts here.

My brother used to work in CHOB when Ridge was there, and still has friends there, I’ll see what his take is, but it seems to me that a lot of the stuff rigs true.

The cheese anecdote may be true.

From Dominic Mulligan’s link:

I find it vaguely dismaying that Publisher’s Weekly has no fucking clue that Thomas Jefferson was born on April 13, 1743 and died on July 4th, 1826. If Thomas Jefferson was President of the United States in the late “19th century” it’s news to a lot of us.

:rolleyes:

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heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee… :rolleyes: er, excuse me, but the constant matter-of-fact spouting of outlandish “information” makes only one thing clear, and that is that “Martin Random” is an attention-seeking jackoff.

So, er, you’re saying Condoleeza Rice doesn’t smell nice, and Dick Cheney’s breath does?

Anyway, brilliant stuff, whatever the truth, or lack thereof, in it.