A couple of mysterious 911 calls to Las Vegas police — all apparently made from the bathroom of a Starbucks on Paradise Road by a terrified drunk gal — have suddenly derailed Congressman Jim Gibbons and his campaign for Nevada governor.
The story is changing so quick we can’t even get a timeline in order, so let’s just randomly toss together some of the filthier details, after the jump.
And there are lots, none of which I intend to verify, because I no longer fucking care. I've spent all day already wading in revelations of the formally private perversions of politicians... god, I'm so alliterate... and they all seem to be Republican.
I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth... but it ain't the mouth end I find myself looking at.
So, a story about this tomorrow, I think, afer I've ruminated a bit.
Meanwhile, as the joke goes, "This Congress Sucks. And not particularly well, either."