Just in case you were wondering:
LAS VEGAS – Now Tweeting completely naked in Room 249 at the Orleans Hotel. About to get in the shower. Checkout time in 1 hr, 17 minutes.
All I need is just one re-Tweet, Alyssa.
Now it’s nearly checkout time, which means I’m fully dressed — including the fedora I borrowed from Da Tech Guy — and ready to take that big red Chevy rental car on the road to do some campaign coverage before heading out to Searchlight to see the Tea Party site.
PREVIOUSLY:

Re-tweet, restraining order, whatever…
Re-tweet, restraining order, whatever…
Re-tweet, restraining order, whatever…
Oh, come on, Alyssa: just one wee re-Tweet. That’s all. Seriously. RSM won’t ask for anything after that. I give you [politician’s] word, which I found laying on the sidewalk.
Oh, come on, Alyssa: just one wee re-Tweet. That’s all. Seriously. RSM won’t ask for anything after that. I give you [politician’s] word, which I found laying on the sidewalk.
Oh, come on, Alyssa: just one wee re-Tweet. That’s all. Seriously. RSM won’t ask for anything after that. I give you [politician’s] word, which I found laying on the sidewalk.
[…] his third report, Stacy, obviously having hallucinations because of his lack of sleep, is having fervid visions of Alyssa […]
Have fun in Searchlight! I’ll be flying in tomorrow, just as soon as I can get my luggage strapped to the back of the Stearman!
Have fun in Searchlight! I’ll be flying in tomorrow, just as soon as I can get my luggage strapped to the back of the Stearman!
Have fun in Searchlight! I’ll be flying in tomorrow, just as soon as I can get my luggage strapped to the back of the Stearman!
Guys, I thought the point was to get her to retweet, not log out of Twitter, turn off her computer and run away screaming.
Guys, I thought the point was to get her to retweet, not log out of Twitter, turn off her computer and run away screaming.
Guys, I thought the point was to get her to retweet, not log out of Twitter, turn off her computer and run away screaming.
[…] …but until now, I’d never heard of…of…oh, no, you know what: never mind. I can’t bring myself to say it. […]