Tuesday, May 07, 2002Gimp-hard: Harry, the man's name is spelled Gephardt. Honestly. Although his police detail (which diligently protect his house and mine) refuse to oblige my requests to carpool with him to work, or to introduce me to his lovely daughter, let us still pay some sort of menial homage...and pray we never ever ever take his advice on foreign policy matters. He knows corn, let's leave it at that.Posted by barrett at 5:18 PM Comments Post a Comment (we enforce our comments policy) |
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