I would rather have my daughter marry a musician than marry a Kennedy.
Well, at least there’s an hypothetical chance that some musician, somewhere, isn’t a drug addicted, wife beating creep.
“I would rather have my daughter marry a musician than marry a Kennedy.”
What do you call an unmarried musician?
Homeless.
“I remember being seated at a dinner next to Bobby around 10 years ago that she was also at — it was the first time I had met either of them — and he put his hand on my thigh under the table. We hadn’t even spoken but to say hello. He is such a dog that way.”
You have to wonder why any woman would marry a Kennedy.
“I would rather have my daughter marry a musician than marry a Kennedy.”
What do you call an unmarried musician?
Homeless.