I hate to admit this, but I have something in common with Donald Trump. I recently won a Presidential Election against a female candidate who was far more competent and qualified than me. My appointments include; Chevy Chase, Sec. of Slapstick, Bill Murray, Sec. of De Fence, and my personal Press Secretary, Perry Block. What could possibly go wrong?
When I joined Toastmasters, I thought the name implied a drinking club, but all they want to do is talk. Maybe I had them confused with that other group, Alcoholics Monogamous. However, I’m not going to let that interfere with my campaign promise, Make America Laugh Again.
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“Al, you’ve got to do something.”
“What do you think I should do?”
“I don’t know, put up a wall or something.”
“That would cost Kansas City a lot of money, and I’m not sure how effective it would be.”
“It doesn’t need to be a huge wall. A short fence would do. Ever since you invented the Internet we’ve had nothing but trouble. At first it was just once a week, but now it’s out of control. The entire blogosphere is at risk.”
“Oh, come on, Tipper, don’t be so melodramatic. How much damage can one purple-obsessed pygmy do?”
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Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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