I tell you, Diary, some days I would just soon stay home with my feet on the ottoman, curling my toes!
Right after Pepe Warezabar got hold of me who would I see outside the pub, and down the street? That's right, Sir Willie himself, with his latest piece. Well, I took off right after him my burka flying out behind me, and of course with those dark plus wraparounds he'd never know me.
Got up beside them--she looked like a member of Pussy Riot, by the way--and said to him, "Messing it up again, huh, Mr. Clinton?" Boy! His face! I tell you he got all pink and shakey. Serves him right after all those years I had to stay silent and grim and obscure in the shadows.
Well, no more of that! Just wait, world, for 2016, and we'll see who's going to be the first female president of the United States!