I voted yesterday. I voted for Barack Obama and Joe
Biden. I marked my ballot and said to myself, my guys.
A picture of Joe Biden’s smile flashed before me while I stood in the voting booth. What a bunch of rapscallions. I’d like to hang out with them. My team. You know they’re troublemakers when the cameras aren’t rolling, when they’re smoking their cigars and making fun of their opponents. I’d like to see that. I’d like to have a bourbon in my hand, while laughing at the expense of John Boehner’s hair, and his fake tan, or Mitch McConnell’s strange looking jaw and mouth. I’d like to see Joe do an impersonation of Mitch. Joe would make the funny mouth and jaw. We’d laugh. I’d sip my bourbon. Somebody would say “John Boner,” and we’d laugh some more.
A picture of Joe Biden’s smile flashed before me while I stood in the voting booth. What a bunch of rapscallions. I’d like to hang out with them. My team. You know they’re troublemakers when the cameras aren’t rolling, when they’re smoking their cigars and making fun of their opponents. I’d like to see that. I’d like to have a bourbon in my hand, while laughing at the expense of John Boehner’s hair, and his fake tan, or Mitch McConnell’s strange looking jaw and mouth. I’d like to see Joe do an impersonation of Mitch. Joe would make the funny mouth and jaw. We’d laugh. I’d sip my bourbon. Somebody would say “John Boner,” and we’d laugh some more.
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