What a day I've had.
Laura, mah wife, she ain't talkin' to me. Don't ask me why.
All I said was I was thinking of running for office again.
Liddle Miss Hot Head tore into me and said: "Over my dead grits you will!" Well her grits have been dead for a loooong long time, so I'm not paying that any mind.
Tell whose grits I would like to grind, and that's Michelle Obama's. Hoh Momma! She is one fine purdy lady. Bet she goes like a hot Mustang.
Still I don't envy Obama none. The job nearly sent me mad. Good thing I got out in time otherwise I might have started invading countries like Rudolph Hitler.
Wonder what became of his family? I'll get Special Branch onto it...oh, damn, I can't. I'm not the President no mo'.
It's funny, I keep forgetting. Jus...