It seems these eminent scribes, not satisfied with merely reliving the late-90s orgy of panty-sniffing around the Clenis, want to recreate those halcyon days of carefree underwear examination.
Perhaps one could help them return to that bygone era of diving nose-first into the Presidential pecker tracks. It doesn't look as if Bill or Hillary would be wont to oblige them, so to that end I'm sending a pair of
clean underwear along with a short note to:
David Broder
The Washington Post
1150 15 St. NW
Washington, DC 20071
and another to:
Patrick Healy
The New York Times
229 West 43rd Street
New York, NY 10036
Let'em knock themselves out! You're more than welcome to join me - I imagine their cow-orkers might be amused if these guys were to get a few hundred pairs of skivvies at their work addresses.