Scottish girl and her kooky family move to the States in 1981. Hilarity ensues. She grows up and marries a nice Jewish boy. Hilarity ensues. They adopt two awesome girls from China. Hilarity ensues. She writes a blog. Hilarity ensues?
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Bless His Heart
Joe Biden is running for President.
Okay, someone has to tell him it's not gonna work out. Who's it gonna be? It feels like that conversation you have at the office when that one guy who doesn't shower/wears insane quantities of Drakkar Noir/has terrible bad breath/needs to stop adjusting himself/{insert embarrassing revelation here} needs to be given the 411 but no one wants to be the person to do it.
You don't want to hurt his feelings. You don't want to burst his bubble. But you also don't know if he already kind of knows about his odor and just doesn't care, so you have to tread lightly.
So. Who's gonna do it? Or should we just leave him an anonymous note?
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2 comments:
Send a group email, CC-ing Hillary, JF Kerry and ? (I left someone out, I'm sure.)
Dodd?
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