Bound and Gaggled: Dense Undergrowth Edition
From yesterday's press gaggle:
Good morning. Let me update you on the President's schedule. Yesterday, after arriving, he went out and did some cutting and clearing brush, and then was at his home on the ranch. And this morning he had his normal intelligence briefings, and he was out this morning clearing some brush and is right now -- or has just recently concluded a bicycle ride and he'll be spending the rest of the day at home with his wife and mother-in-law.
Jeezy Creezy! Again with the brush? Doesn't the President have some, I don't know...tack to polish? Isn't about time he put down some new shelf liners in the pantry? Considering the steady way this brush encroaches on his ranch like super flora from beyond the moon, you'd think that at the very least, he'd have some cronies-in-waiting willing to take on the task in exchange for political favors.
Seriously, could someone help him? With the President always out in the field machete-ing his way through kudzu, it's no wonder we're always in grave danger whenever he goes on vacation.— DCEIVER