In retrospect, seating Hillary’s mom next to the intern was probably not the best idea
“Tony, I swear! I have no idea what happened to all the Sinatra pictures on the wall!”
The golden anniversary party soured as she watched her inebriated husband head for the stage
Sadly, the bowling alley didn’t have a very expansive kosher menu.
“Go ahead,” she thought. “Laugh at me one more time, Little Miss Betty Bulemia. Go ahead.”
Nobody was safe at a Don Rickles show. Nobody. Not even his mother.
Cordelia finally understood the old expression: eat Chinese food, and in an hour you wish you could eat again; eat Mexican food, and in an hour you wish you’d eaten Chinese food.
Things began to get ugly at the ‘Meso-American Idol’ rewards banquet
And suddenly, J. Edgar Hoover realized that the charade was over
I like the “Betty Bulemia” comment. KJP