So, Bernie and Hillary are having pints at Donegal’s on 72nd St. talking about their respective campaigns. Bernie says, “Listen, Secretary Clinton,” and Hillary cuts him off:
“Oh, Bernie, Hill is fine.”
“Well, Hill, the only way I will step away from this race is if you promise…”
“I promise already.”
“You don’t even know what I’m goin’ to ask.”
“Well, I have a sense: Raise the minimum wage to $15, forgive education loans, eliminate tax breaks for the oil companies, make all public colleges tuition-free, support states’ rights to legalize marijuana, expand social security,…”
“Yeah, yeah, all that too, but not what I was goin' to ask.”
“What, Bernie? What? I’ll do it.”
He takes a gulp of his IPA and she sips her Guinness.
“I want you to ‘Drumpf’ 'im.”
“’Drumpf’ him?”
“I want you to kick the mutha fucka’s ass so hard that only shit comes outta his mouth.”
“Clearly, Bernie, he was Donald Drumpf-ed a long time ago.”
“You don’t even know what I’m goin’ to ask.”
“Well, I have a sense: Raise the minimum wage to $15, forgive education loans, eliminate tax breaks for the oil companies, make all public colleges tuition-free, support states’ rights to legalize marijuana, expand social security,…”
“Yeah, yeah, all that too, but not what I was goin' to ask.”
“What, Bernie? What? I’ll do it.”
He takes a gulp of his IPA and she sips her Guinness.
“I want you to ‘Drumpf’ 'im.”
“’Drumpf’ him?”
“I want you to kick the mutha fucka’s ass so hard that only shit comes outta his mouth.”
“Clearly, Bernie, he was Donald Drumpf-ed a long time ago.”
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