A Long, Strange Trip or, Tuesday.
Yesterday morning a homeless man chased me around Dunkin Donuts screaming that I waas crowding and intimidating him while I was putting the sugar in my coffee. As I remember it, it was a combination between a Three Stooges Video and Cops.
This was after I woke up at 2 am to a house full of firefighters. Not as sexy as I had imagined it. Okay, yeah it was.
This was also after the UHO woman from 14th St and 5th Ave announced to me in Tasti-D-Lite that I looked like, and I quote, "HILLARY CLINTON--30 YEARS AGO! AND SHE'S PRETTY! YEAH!"
Now, being charged by a homeless dude wearing a clip-on earring, having a false alarm for carbon monoxide, that I can handle.
But Hillary Clinton? Really?
She also has big legs. Big.
I vote for Nora for Prez 2028. I'll lead the campaign trail and bribe everyone in my path with biscotti. I'm onto something here.
Better to look like Hill, than Bill. Interesting evolution -- you've gone from the Maculey Culkin look, to the Caroline Bissett look to HILLARY! The mentally ill see things differently than the rest of us.
Hey, if you're Hillary, can I be your Bill? I'll even take your last name.
Barring that, if you're president, I want to be press secretary. My qualifications include being a member of Don't Tell Anna.
if your president can i be the secretary of cool? and if that already taken how about the secretary of awesome! and if both of those are taken i guess ill go with the secretary of state.