Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
Shadchen
I’m still trying to figure out . . .
The Obama Women
how to marry my son to Malia Obama . . . oh, let’s say 8 years from now, when Jake will be 21, Malia 18. (Malia’s in the middle.) Imagine! I could harass Jake’s father-in-law at family picnics. “You think you had it rough. Try interning at L.A. County Hospital, with every damned doc calling you Doogie. Pain in the ass having a funny name. Aw, why am I trying to explain that to you.”
To which the president would say, “C’mon, Doogie, let’s shoot some hoop.”
Then our newlyweds would sneak away from their embarrassing parents in order to make us some brilliant grandbabies. Yeah!
D.
Surreal →
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I want an invitation to the weddng!
you got it, nox!