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February 27, 2012


Washington, D.C. best city for cheating, online dating service AshleyMadison.com finds

(Thanks to Jeff Meyerson)


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You may be a powerful,rich, influential man in Washington D.C. but, let your wife or the media catch you cheating and you will be reduced to a small blubbering mess. Why is it that powerful people never realize that they will be caught eventually?

NC, it's like a measuring tape, so to speak, of their power. They figure if they can get away with it, it confirms they are indeed powerful and destine for great trystS success.

Anyway, that's my guess, and I'm sticking to it.

Stupid, arrogant, self-involved, self-centered, plus the D.C. air seems to make these guys hornier than average (or perhaps it's because Mrs. Horny is at home with the kids).

Did I miss anything, Congressman?


To me, it's always been a two-faced god, with "love" on one face and "sex" on the other. You never know which face you will look into or which will be looking back at you.
When you stray, you are not only failing the one you supposedly love. You are also taking the chance the the face your paramour shows will be "love".
And then what do you do?

Must be why we needed all that expensive stimulus.

DC "outpaced" Oklahoma City?

They have surreptitious nookieing in OCOK?

I did NOT know that!

Did anyone see the poll? How could you not be sure if you cheated or not?

And not only are more than half the people scumbags, more than half the people admitted it. Am I the only one who finds this disturbing.

Whut I find disturbin' is the fact that ONLY "more than half" admitted it ... obviously those who din't still think of their ownselfs as above the law ...

Send them to Washington!

Oh, wait.....

Vaguely related:

Yossel worked in a pickle factory. For many years he had a powerful desire to put his penis in the pickle slicer. Unable to stand it any longer, he sought professional help from the factory psychologist. After six months, the therapist gave up. He advised Yossel to go ahead and do it or he would probably never have any peace of mind.

The next day he came home from work very early. His wife, Sacha, became alarmed and wanted to know what had happened. Yossel tearfully confessed his tormenting desire to put his penis in the pickle slicer. He went on to explain that today he finally went ahead and did it, and he was immediately fired.

Sacha gasped and ran over to her husband. She quickly yanked down his pants and shorts only to find a normal, completely intact penis. She looked up and said, "I don't understand. What about the pickle slicer?"

Yossel replied, "I think she got fired, too."

*snork* at Ralph.

Excellent, Ralph.

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