Teresa Heinz Kerry just let one rip. A bad one, too — like spoiled meatloaf sick on deviled eggs and asparagus. Naturally, she’s blaming it on her Colombian sous chef — whom she’s just fired, even as she pinches off another nasty airmuffin in his wake. How utterly predictable.*
Dude. You are one sick mofo.
So naturally, I link you and read almost every day.
What’s the over/under on “months Kerry (if elected) is in office before Teresa gets drunk on a nice Cabernet Sauvignon and flings the place settings at the Romanian Ambassador”?
My bet is she orders a pet put to sleep for some minor offense. But I’m not ruling out the ambassador thing…
When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap sack and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard really.
/Dr. Evil
I don’t think the Kerry-Heinzes drink California varietals. Somehow I suspect their tastes are more, um, Continental.
Actually, a little Bartles and James in twist tops bottles with the help can be nice, as long as their heads are never higher than mine.
But then I must fire them.