Passed Tucker Carlson in the hallway a few minutes back, who was flipping through a stack of papers and didn’t acknowledge me except to throw a dirty look my way when he noticed the red bow tie I have on.
“That’s right, Wonderboy,” I hollered after him. “You don’t own the red bow tie. And I look good. So live with it.”
So, you’re looking to get escorted out of the convention like John Chancellor in ‘68?
“For Protein Wisdom, I’m Jeff Goldstein, en route to Bellevue.”
This never got the love it deserved. Time to rectify that.
I love you, post.
This never got the love it deserved.
Are you kidding? At the time I thought this was the funniest post of the series. I read it over and over again chortling like psychotic old man chasing kids off his lawn.