Dear Mr. President, It is with the deepest regret that I must inform you of grave news: The terrorists have won. The Raiders have actually done something good. Attached is photographic evidence that is not for the weak at heart. A Raiderette Cheerleader, naked. (Now, would be a good time to eat a cookie and give the photos to Dick Cheney. Everyone likes a helper!) During this darkest hour, I can't help but think, had you provided me with a jetpack, we could've turned this thing around. Sure, I only wanted to wear it while having sex with models, but if you know another way to win the war on terror, I'm all ears. Naked boobage at DC
More must-reads: