What The Networks Didn't Show


Last night, Barry the Sorcerer arose from a sylvan glade and levitated serenely above the blobulous greaseballs known as "the press corps" before delivering some lighthearted remarks about death and dying. This man loves him some Boston fern. [WhiteHouse.gov]


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