" Dear God, in Heaven, will you please be quite, I so do not care how to skin a moose, and what the heck is a Hockey Mom. That son- of- a- you- know- what John, is going to owe me for this one, big time. Jeeze.. at least they left that poor baby at home tonight, I wanted to snatch her bald last night, tossing that tiny baby around like a volley ball. God, I hate this, why could he not have picked that nice Lieberman fellow.. we know all the same folks down in Boca, and really young lady.. is your jacket cut low enough, and what is that fabric? At least those dreadful Bush's are not here...."
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