This 60 Minutes interview of Barack Obama and Hillz Clinton, which you did not watch last night because you were too busy watching Girls and/or Downton Abbey, reminds us of nothing so much as the time our mom hugged our stepmom and our ancient grandma cooed in heartfelt delight, "OHHHHH THE WIVES LOVE EACH OTHERRRR." Look how they lean towards each other throughout the whole thing, kept separate by the damnable arms of their chairs.
This reminds me of when Dubya and Condi were alone in the Lincoln Bedroom. He had sent Laura away to visit the troops in Tora Bora.
"I've dreamed about being here," Condi said. "Yeah, Lincoln was a pretty good dude. A Republican, like me," drawled Dubya. "I meant alone," she looked down at the bed, "with you. Like this." "You wanna fuck?" He pulled her toward him. "Please Mr. President. This is the Lincoln bedroom. A little decorum is in order." She shook free of his grasp. "And a girl always like to be sweet-talked." "OK then." Dubya furrowed his brow, deep in thought. Condi Rice was Secretary of State, she needed a more subtle, more diplomatic approach. "Nice shoes. Wanna fuck?" She jumped at him and they both fell into the Lincoln bed, naked. They had POTUS coitus. Afterward, Condi nestled against his shoulder. Dubya got out of the Lincoln bed. "Don't go," Condi purred. "I think you have a second term in you." "Nah. Mission accomplished. I gotta go spend some political capital." "You're such a man! Wanna lead me from behind?" Condi wasn't giving up. "I will shock and awe you." "Not right now. I've got to get back in the mood. Maybe authorize some torture or wiretaps or something." "I'll be waiting right here in the Lincoln bed." And she was.
They're both likeable enough.
A black man and a white woman together? This must be like wingnut catnip.
And he's charged with, among other things, "possessing an instrument of crime". Roach clip?
So, how long is Editrix gonna be dreaming she was in that chair with BO looking at her like that? A good long time, I reckon.
Swapsies? That could go horribly wrong if the wrong spouse ended up w-
Not that there's anything wrong with that. Er...
better than a pantsuit.
so WTF 'wingnuts and friends'? (and a recent radio show i just heard).
this isn't awkward at all.
a tad fluffy but not awkward.
oh and i was just reminded that i am very pleased mittens romney is not our president.
did you just spoil something?
Okay, now I'll be humming the bass hook for an hour.
Oh, Barb, you're incorrigible.
This reminds me of when Dubya and Condi were alone in the Lincoln Bedroom. He had sent Laura away to visit the troops in Tora Bora.
"I've dreamed about being here," Condi said. "Yeah, Lincoln was a pretty good dude. A Republican, like me," drawled Dubya. "I meant alone," she looked down at the bed, "with you. Like this." "You wanna fuck?" He pulled her toward him. "Please Mr. President. This is the Lincoln bedroom. A little decorum is in order." She shook free of his grasp. "And a girl always like to be sweet-talked." "OK then." Dubya furrowed his brow, deep in thought. Condi Rice was Secretary of State, she needed a more subtle, more diplomatic approach. "Nice shoes. Wanna fuck?" She jumped at him and they both fell into the Lincoln bed, naked. They had POTUS coitus. Afterward, Condi nestled against his shoulder. Dubya got out of the Lincoln bed. "Don't go," Condi purred. "I think you have a second term in you." "Nah. Mission accomplished. I gotta go spend some political capital." "You're such a man! Wanna lead me from behind?" Condi wasn't giving up. "I will shock and awe you." "Not right now. I've got to get back in the mood. Maybe authorize some torture or wiretaps or something." "I'll be waiting right here in the Lincoln bed." And she was.