Great. Just what America needs. Drunk sexed-up Secret Service agents acting like frat boys protecting the life of the Commander in Cheif.
(Sarc tag or no sarc tag. Can’t decide....)
I really don’t know whether to laugh or cry...
“So. You’re the main agent in charge of protecting the life of the First Family?”
“Yes sir! I report for duty at 0600.”
“Great. Lets go chase some girls, pick a few fights, and get realy wasted first.”
“Might as well. I’m already messed up now.”