Uncle Scoopy's world-weary musings about naked celebrities, sports, humor and other important, manly things.
The plea and co-operation agreement indicates that Paul Erickson knew she was a Russian agent and helped her carry out her assignments.
People will be throwing around the T word, but there are no treason indictments in peacetime. The Constitution defines treason very specifically, and even the Rosenbergs were not charged with it. Erickson could, in the worst case, end up being charged with espionage, which can carry the death penalty.
So I’ve heard
“An Upstate New York newspaper dug itself into a hole over the weekend with an awkward headline typo.”
As if there are a lot of people who aren’t. Hell, I’d do a threesome with Jennifer Aniston and Clint Howard.
“See, I think he kind of fantasizes about like a threesome with us. I’m serious! No, I’m serious, he does! And I think he can’t even get it up to pee, much less get it up for three.”
Debra Winger in An Officer and a Gentleman
“How five pals turned ‘Sex Island’ into a raunchy tourism empire for the rich”
“Private parties run throughout the year, but Sex Island is designed for the everyman who can drop $6,000 on a ‘golden ticket’ to a private island in the Caribbean with unlimited booze, food and women ready to satisfy them at any hour of the day.”
An album of Mo Collins performing some kind of naked Valentine’s Day fantasy
You may remember her from Parks and Rec, as well as from MadTV
Or maybe not. Maybe it’s just a near miss. Either way, it’s a good thing.
“Victorian man attacked by roo manages to save his stubby”
I gather that a stubby is a small beer.
