In the 25 days since McCain nominated Palin (the cardboard cutout that went to college to learn how to read from a teleprompter) to be his running mate, Palin has held:

                         0 press conferences

Pudd'nhead wasn't in the debate spin room, didn't do any TV spots and didn't hold a pre- or post-debate press conference.

Read this to answer the question, Where was Sarah Palin Last Night you ask?

Last night, Pudd'nhead Palin decided the best way (to avoid being cornered by any pesky reporters and) to absorb McCain's debate performance (in preparation for her own upcoming debate) was to head to an Irish Pub in Philadelphia. Debate drinking games a lot more fun with the really sharp political junkies that hang out at Irish Pubs.

While waiting for the debate to begin (some heard her shout, "heh when's the face-off"), Pudd'nhead was going to challenge some Philly Flyers fans to a game of "Stump The Candidate" (with the loser to get a Stinky Sanchez from the winner).

But Pudd'nhead left abruptly during the first period when she discovered the bar was pouring her McCain's favorite brew, Bud Lite, ("tastes worse than moose piss" she knowingly declared) instead of her favorite Panty Peeler Tripel.

Pudd'nhead went back to her hotel and put away a growler (or two) of Panty Peeler with her 13-year-old daughter while watching the rest of the debate ("I donna know, debates make me real thirsty", Pudd'nhead said).

Here are the questions that bar's politically savy customers were gong to stump Pudd'nhead with if she had stuck around:

1. Are you a turtle?
2. What's a hockey puck made out of?
3. Have you read this week's National Enquirer?
4. What are you hiding?
5. Since you say you never travelled and instead learned about the world through education and books, what was your college GPA and what was the last book you read?

If McCain selected a running mate that can't handle a full-fledged Washington DC press conference for and hour (or two) then McCain doesn't deserve a single vote.