a D, an F, and an A walk into a bar. The bartender says, 'I'm sorry, we don't serve minors.' So the F leaves, and the D and the A share an open fifth between them.
From Margaret Carlson’s book on the Bush Gore election:
“That makes food on the plane crucial. Like the army, the press travels on its stomach and in this regard, Gore was no match for Bush. Gore wanted the snaks to be environmentally and nutritionally correct, but somehow granola bars ended up giving way to Fruit Roll-Ups and the sandwiches came wrapped and looked long past their sell-by date. On a lucky day, someone would remember to buy supermarket doughnuts, By Contrast, a typical day of food on Air Bush . . . consisted of five meals with access to a sixth, if you count grazing at a cocktail buffet. Breakfast one was French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and fruit, followed by a midmorning breakfast of spinach-and-tomato omelets. Lunch one was grilled chicken and beef with mashed potatoes, and lunch two was mushrooms stuffed with crab, shrimp kebabs, and pizza. There were Dove Bars and designer water on demand, and a bathroom stocked like Martha Stewar’s guest suite. Dinner at seven (traveling with Bush was like being a retiree in Boca Raton, the early bird special followed by bed at nine) featured lobster ravioli, grilled vegetables, and fruit cobbler with ice cream.”
Yup. We’ve endured seven years of hell, needless war, the acceptance of torture, huge deficits, and a coming economic debacle because the press didn’t get it’s dove bars."
October 9th, 2008 at 9:21 am
From Margaret Carlson’s book on the Bush Gore election:
“That makes food on the plane crucial. Like the army, the press travels on its stomach and in this regard, Gore was no match for Bush. Gore wanted the snaks to be environmentally and nutritionally correct, but somehow granola bars ended up giving way to Fruit Roll-Ups and the sandwiches came wrapped and looked long past their sell-by date. On a lucky day, someone would remember to buy supermarket doughnuts, By Contrast, a typical day of food on Air Bush . . . consisted of five meals with access to a sixth, if you count grazing at a cocktail buffet. Breakfast one was French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and fruit, followed by a midmorning breakfast of spinach-and-tomato omelets. Lunch one was grilled chicken and beef with mashed potatoes, and lunch two was mushrooms stuffed with crab, shrimp kebabs, and pizza. There were Dove Bars and designer water on demand, and a bathroom stocked like Martha Stewar’s guest suite. Dinner at seven (traveling with Bush was like being a retiree in Boca Raton, the early bird special followed by bed at nine) featured lobster ravioli, grilled vegetables, and fruit cobbler with ice cream.”
Yup. We’ve endured seven years of hell, needless war, the acceptance of torture, huge deficits, and a coming economic debacle because the press didn’t get it’s dove bars."