The President welcomes the Prime Minister from Invisibonia.
Don’t bother trying to find it on a map.
The President welcomes the Prime Minister from Invisibonia.
Don’t bother trying to find it on a map.
“What do we want to go with: Cheers or The Cosby Show? It’s one of the two. We really need this pink wedge.”
Yet again, Rahm had left a dirty limerick on the podium. Complete with drawings.
(I miss White House Rahm.)
“Joe, you didn’t throw in enough.”
“I only ordered a reuben and a coke.”
“But you ate half my chili fries and you also got dessert. At this point, we’re only giving a 3% tip.”
“Oh, that seems okay.”
“Joe, sometimes you can be a jerk.”
“No. I can’t go into the Oval Office right now. Believe or not, six ferrets, two monkeys, and Ryan Renolds are fighting over a packet of Skittles in there. Yeah, it’s been a really weird day.”
“Sir, we have to go. You can watch that later on Hulu.”