Just an old fart who enjoys humor in all shapes and sizes. I am the "hermit on the hill", and I like it that way.
I met her, and her mother,, in an elevator in Chicago many years ago. I was at a training session for some piece of equipment or other. Got back to the hotel and found a gaggle of teenage girls at the elevator. I politely shoved my way through. Sure enough, they were on the elevator. We chatted for the short ride to their floor. Nice folks
We called him the nation’s oldest teenager.
Did you mean “cachet”?
Did you mean “downside”?
Or “I’ve no place to go and all night to get there.” From “Too Much Time on My Hands”
The bar? At least he has his priorities in order.
I used to tell people how to find me; Go to the middle of Nowhere and turn left.
Of course he contacted Biden. He’s not going to use HIS money, don’tcha know.