Dear Mrs. Higgins,
I read with great anticipation about the upcoming beer party at the White House. Nobody likes a cold one out back more than me, so naturally I assumed I’d be included.
Well, as they say: “ASSUME” makes an ass out of “U” and Joe Biden.
I didn’t even get a call.
I had my little cooler all ready and everything, from about noon - figured the copper could use another “regular guy” to hang out with.
Plus, I wanted to be there when Michelle came out with a stern look, and started counting empties.
But I guess its for the best. I figure after about 8 or 9 brewskis, Professor Gates and Sgt Crowley would start hugging and high fiving and calling each other “the man.”
“No, you da man!”
“No, no, YOU da man!”
Meanwhile the whole time Barack would be leaning back, smiling, knowing HE is the man, then sending Joe to the kitchen for more pretzels.
So how do I get invited to these events?
Mike
Dear Mike,
You’re a regular guy alright.
If you want to get to the White House lawn, I’d say
work on your hedge trimming skills.
Mrs Higgins
