I’ll take a steak sandwich and a steak sandwich.
Books and movies will be made with all the shenanigans going on with this administration.
Charge it to the Underhills…
It’s like the fourth quarter of a blowout football game, when the winning team is 60 points ahead and starts sending in its marginal players so they can get some more actual playing time.
Don’t worry, the boss will sort it all out on one of two conditions: either she’s cute, or she had a bag of money.
The Secret Service agents will be disciplined. After all, this means “no massages tonight.”
Enough material to outlast even the oldest soap operas.
It’s Treason Tuesday during this infrastructure week!
It looked like she was in some real hot water, but then she told them Carl Kline had OK’d her security pass.
Was it malware, or Tupperware?
Cue event #6,978,244 since the Glide Down the Golden Escalator which would have had you laughed out of a movie producer’s office prior to 2016 as being beyond implausible…
“the receptionist was unable to find her on any “access list” for the president’s exclusive south Florida hobnobbing forum.”
Well put, Mr. Kovensky.
Mr and Mrs KellyAnn have surely been shopping one around…
Shoulda had her massage parlor ID with her. That always works.
Now I’m wondering how many times he’s given his bank information and Social Security number to that helpful guy “Steve” from the Windows Technical Department.
Malware. At least she is in the right place for it.
Well.
At least this administration can vet something.
Always remember, the first line of defense in national security is the receptionist.
Upcoming soap: As My Stomach Turns