SOMETIMES ANDREW SULLIVAN REALLY FRIGHTENS ME, PART 845

They'll both be seated at a table, immediately allowing Cheney to do his assured, paternal, man-of-the-world schtick that makes me roll on my back and ask to have my tummy scratched. (Yes, I do think that Cheney is way sexier than Edwards. Not that you asked or anything.)

Sigh. Another day, another reason to give up sex.

Related: Andrew's tummy-scratcher has got balls