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Politics : Sarah Palin - Is She Hot or Not? -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: dvdw© who wrote (321)	9/8/2008 6:28:08 PM
From: orkrious	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 781

Holy mooseberries! Levi's awesome GOP convention freep.com Aug. 29, 11:40 a.m.: I swear to God I'm not making this up: My girlfriend's mom is going to be McCain's VP! How cool is that? 2 p.m.: OK, maybe not so cool. Bristol is freaking out. She says it's only a matter of time until everyone in the universe knows she's expecting. My mom is pretty upset, too, but Mrs. P says not to worry, it's nobody's business but ours. Aug. 30: Holy mooseberries! Some blogger is saying that Trig is Bristol's baby, and that her mom faked her own pregnancy to cover it up. Now Bristol thinks we should tell everyone she's pregnant right now so they'll know the blogger is bogus. Her brother Track thinks that idea is totally lame, but he says I should probably get a haircut, just in case. Aug. 31: Bristol's mom called and said that she and Mr. P are going to have to announce that Bristol is pregnant. She said they won't mention my last name but that reporters will probably figure out who I am pretty quick and that my family might want to unplug our phone for a few days. She asked why my mom couldn't have named me Bill or Jim instead of Levi. Then she said she was only kidding. Sept. 1, 10 a.m.: Two guys from the McCain campaign came by this morning to make sure my mom and I were ready for the big announcement. One of them said he heard I had a MySpace page, but I told him I took it down more than a year ago. 11:30 a.m.: The New York Daily News has posted a link to my old MySpace page, on which I apparently say I don't want kids. But like I told Bristol, kids were totally theoretical when I wrote that. She says it was still lame. 1:25 p.m.: I'm going to Minneapolis! Bristol really wanted me to come, and her dad just called to say that it's cool with him, as long as we don't leave our hotel room without, like, 50 of Sen. McCain's people surrounding us. Then he said he was only kidding. Sept. 2: The hotel the Palins are staying in is unbelievably cool, but Bristol wishes we were out in the boonies with the Alaska delegation, because their hotel is within walking distance of some humongous mall. We walked through the convention for a few hours tonight with these passes that allow us to go anywhere, and nobody paid any attention to us. But when we got back to the room I Googled "Levi Johnston" and got like three gazillion hits. Weird. Sept. 3, 3 p.m.: Finally saw Mrs. P, who gave me a big hug and told me everything was going to be all right. Then we all went out to the airport, where all McCain's kids were waiting for him to fly in. McCain has this one daughter Meghan who's really hot, and then he gave her a big hug, but then he gave Bristol two big hugs, which we both thought was very cool. 9:30 p.m.: Mrs. P gave her big speech, which was totally awesome, and afterward everybody was pounding me on the back like I'd won the freakin' Stanley Cup or something. Some Indiana delegate gave me this big "Hoosiers for the Hot Chick" button, but one of the McCain people said it would be better not to put it on. Sept. 5: McCain's speech was pretty good, too, considering he's about a hundred. Afterward, we all got to walk out on stage together, and McCain hugged Bristol again and grabbed me by the shoulders and told me that if I ever so much as get in the same camera frame with his daughter, he'll have his Secret Service detail beat the living snot out of me. Then he said he was just kidding.