Listen up, when it's time to bomb Libya, Val Jarrett will let you know. Anyway, it's Damascus. Meanwhile, TOTUS must, must I say, be cut a lot of slack. He's in quite the funk without his BFF, Reggie Love. When he's not out on the road campaigning amongst the faithful, he's holed up in the den watching ESPN ... ALONE. Just hanging out, waiting for Miss Val to come in with his instructions, rolling his own and ordering snacks for one. That can't be much fun. And what's the poor guy's alternative? TV with Michelle and the Mother-in-Law?
In regard to the debate, the Masshole faithfuls know better than to despair. Even though Barry wee-weed it up big time, they remember how Teddy looked so foolish, so helpless, and so inept during his debate with McCormack that the Massholes, particularly the females of the species, felt SORRY for the drunken puppy and voted him in on a tide of sympathy or mother-lust, or something.
I worry that the same could happen with Obama. In the meantime, could Barney The Bugger of Bayonne be prevailed upon to forward his dating service's little black book to Barry? There's a fellow who really needs a new BFF.
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