All of a sudden, rabidly anti-anything Hillary and pro-anything Barack, Huffington Post is floating the “dump Biden for Clinton” trial balloon. Why? Could poll panic have prompted a 3:00 am phone call from Camp O to Huff Po?
“Arianna? Ya gotta help me! We need to do something, quick! We’re freaking desperate over here! The big guy’s been stammering and stuttering at the top of his lungs for days! I don’t know what to do! Huh? Oh, sure, you’re right, dahling…deep breath…whoooooo…ya still there? Okay, what I need is, uh, what I mean is, see…oh, what the hell, can you find out if those PUMA bitches will behave if we put…“her” on the ticket? Whaddaya mean, “her” who? You know perfectly well…come onnnnn, waaaah…don’t make me say it, please…do you know what time it is here? I’ll never get to sleep! Oh, all right! Hillary! Hillary! Hillary! Ya happy now? Geez! Sooooo…will ya do it? Get somebody to write a piece putting the idea out there, see what kind of response you get? Don’t bother calling back, the big guy’s finally resting…and Lord knows I don’t want to be the one to wake him up, if I don’t have to. There’s only so much whining I can take. Any more would be above my pay grade. Yeah, that was a good one, too bad he stole it when he did. How many times do I have to tell him, if it’s not on the TelePrompTer…right, sure, I know you know exactly what I mean. Thanks Ari. Huh? Oh, yeah, Arianna, I forgot myself for a minute. Anyway, you’re a dear, dahling, thanks again. Of course I owe you, how could I forget? You fax the running tab every fuc…uh, day. Anyway, thanks again. Kisses to you, too. M’bye.
Whew!”
They’ll never get it. Once a lousy boyfriend has the nerve to dump a chick, that’s it. And Obie’s one lousy boyfriend.
PUMA
Just Say No Deal
