Eliot Spitzer recently had lunch with a reporter from the Financial Times to discuss, among things, his writing gig with Slate, how he rarely eats pasta for lunch, and why he’s gone soft on Hank Greenberg (“maybe it’s maturity or distance from the case”). Towards the end of the meal, the topic turns to paying someone to do stuff for you, and the noted hooker-fucker had this to say:
At one point we are comparing notes on skiing, and I make a pitch for how nice it was to have a catered chalet with what I refer to as a “houseboy or housegirl” to cook all the meals.
“Housegirls I can’t do,” he says bluntly.
He doesn’t elaborate on that point, and because he was being vague, forces us to interpret what he actually meant. Was Spitzer saying:
* That he prefers to have his meals prepared by a man?
* That when he was made to promise he’d never fuck a hooker again, he had to throw in the help, too?
* ED
* He was just making a joke, a little reference to that sitch he got himself into in li’l while back with the prostie. He wasn’t being serious– of course he “does” housegirls.
* Your call
Lunch With The FT: Eliot Spitzer [FT via Daily Intel]
Those glasses never get old.
Those chi-chis never get old.
I wonder if its a full or only a half Brazilian.
those breasts never get old. Nor does that box.
When we reduce women to “objects” we are reducing ourselves as well.
~Tucker Max
Boca de Culo, FL
i’m going to go with scenario C.
“noted hooker fucker” never gets old
I fucked dat broad
-cg
@#: Isn’t a “half Brazilian” known as a “Hitler” ?
~Center for Waxing Studies
Pubic Arch, KY
Never break wind while sitting on a boat’s fiberglass deck. Same loud decibel effect as when it happens while sitting a bathtub, only more public.
Note that he says “Can’t do”.
@11 tell us more.
@3,
I assure you that, while this tasteless image suggests otherwise, Ms. Dupre diligently tended the garden.
M. Veneris
President and CEO,
Emperors Club VIP
Obviously it means by implication that he only does house*boys* now.
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I would gladly enjoy her beaver on a Monday.
The Roub
@3 Full Baby….Clean as a whistle!
– Ashley
* But housegirls can do me.
@17 and the brown eye, bleached?
The interview with MSNBC last week says it all. He meant to say “salacious” but blurted out “fellatious”. Everyone got quiet, then moved on like nothing happened.
Maybe him meant fallacious but I do agree Ashley is very fellatious. Phalluscious even.
@ 15 your comment reminds me of the story of the comedians’ convention. The comedians all took turns addressing the convention and telling jokes, but because they all knew the jokes they just referred to them by number. So one well-known entertainer got up and said “number 24,” and they all laughed. Then another veteran got up and said “number 145,” and really brought down the house. Then a first-time attendee got up and said “number 97,” but nobody laughed. Later on, he asked one of the older comedians what was wrong with his joke. And the comedian said “it wasn’t the joke, it was the delivery.”
Get it?
@22 knows of what he/she speaks. And, some comedians could make people laugh without saying a word. It was their physicl “delivery”. Take Jack Benny…please!
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“His comic characterization was as a kind of flawed Everyman. He was, as he once remarked, parts of people everybody knew: a tightwad uncle, a vain and boastful brother-in-law, an ever-rejected but ever-hopeful Lothario. The public Benny soon became a brilliant shorthand, funny almost before he had done anything, said anything or stared balefully at the audience.
One night in Las Vegas Benny was at ringside when George Burns was performing. As Burns remembered it later, he interrupted his act to say, “Ladies and gentlemen, there are supposed to be actors who can read a telephone book and make you cry. I haven’t got a phone book but I have a friend here who can make you laugh. Jack, I wonder if you’d stand up and drink a glass of water.”
Benny stood up and, gazing around the crowd with that wide-eyed, oddly expressionless and patented stare of his, very slowly began to sip a glass of water. Well before he had finished it, the audience, Burns said, was laughing well on toward hysteria.”
~The Joke Briefer
Those sailboats never get tired!
Eliot Spitzer is a shitheel.
A Brazilian is a Brazilian – get with it.
@19 Of course (what planet are you living on!). It is nearly white with a slight touch of pink. Absolutely stunning to behold!!!
SHWANG!!!!!
@23 “The Aristocrats!”
Duh. Housegirl = outcall. He only does incall or at a hotel.
Duh. Housegirl = outcall. He only does incall or at a hotel.
Duh. Housegirl = outcall. He only does incall or at a hotel.
Duh. Housegirl = outcall. He only does incall or at a hotel.
I used to shag that girl a few times back in the good days when the desk would pay fir such frills after a good pnl. She didnt do much for the money so I drilled her extra hard.
Houseboy = gay Spitzing.
20 roper, every time
Is he available?
Alicia Wetmore
She is the perfect sperm recepticle.
Warren B