Ye Old Scribe Presents: 1, 2…
Ye Olde Scribe Presents: Un, Deu, TWAT: Trey!
Yos is semi, sorta, retired now, so, dear readers, he has been sadly absent. HOWEVER, comedy never takes a break, so Scribe couldn’t resist.
Hillary: Congressman, have I answered all your questions?
Twat Trey: No…
Hill: COULD I EVER answer all your questions?
Twat: No, but our time is short because even Republicans are getting sick and tired of this, so one more question…
Hill: (sigh) Yes, Congressman?
Twat: Boxers or briefs?
Hill: Is this a question about Barbara Boxer?
Twat: No, I mean “boxers or briefs?”
Hill: If you’re referring to Bill, I don’t know which he’s wearing today, and I have had a lock on my own drawers protecting my drawers for years, Congressman. Finding Ken Starr rifling through my personal items solved that…
Twat: No, are YOU wearing boxers ot briefs?
Hill: Congressman, that’s a very inappropriate question.
Twat: It’s a simple question. Why are you taking so long to answer it? Guess we’ll have to stretch this into your presidency.
Hill: Congressman, the answer should be obvious: boxers. Titanium boxers.
Big TWAT: Why should that be “obvious?”
Hill: Because you keep trying to kick me in the crotch over every damn nitpicky, even imaginary, thing but your foot keeps bouncing back and landing in your mouth.
“Fini,” as in “finished,” or the Republican’s wet Benghazi dreams are as “finished” as a gutted fish entering the kitchen at a sushi bar.