Weinergate, Weinerschnitzel, Add a few marshmallows, and we’ve got a weiner roast! So, Arnold had a kid with the maid and kept it under cover for a decade and Weiner got caught with his pants down. What-ev! All I can say to that is what’s with the tighty-whiteys? Okay, they were gray, but really! You’d think an athletic, sexy man like Weiner would be going commando or wearing Under Armour boxers at the very least. Of course, boxers don’t outline your package quite as brilliantly, but they have much better breathability than Fruit of the Loom. Speaking of fruit, I don’t see much wrong with taking pictures of your private parts—whatever floats your banana…I mean, boat. What’s wrong is being so stupid to think that Twitter or any other web medium is private.
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