Two great moments in public prevarication:
I phoned him repeatedly about the meth and then bought the meth, but I threw the meth away. I went to see him for a massage, but I didn't have sex with him.
Thanks, Ted, we needed that...
Hey, we didn't believe it either when Chuck Robb said he sat around naked in a not tub with Miss Virginia and all that happened was a "back rub".
Some things are simply not believable.
Its pathetic that the gay meth-addict prostitute's version of events is more credible than the evangelical mega-church preacher.