The first day you’ve left office, someone comes over to plan your funeral—as if it isn’t depressing enough that you no longer run the country. I sure hope it wasn’t Betty’s idea to name the rehab after herself. I’d refuse that bagpipe music.
The first day you’ve left office, someone comes over to plan your funeral—as if it isn’t depressing enough that you no longer run the country. I sure hope it wasn’t Betty’s idea to name the rehab after herself. I’d refuse that bagpipe music.
