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A Nation Mourns

“God, I hate white funerals.”

“Not, uhhhh, a lot of conflict. No one gets drunk, throws herself into the casket. Subdued folks.”

“How much longer is this, anyway? I got a basketball arena full of wine-drunk ladies waiting for me.”

“Little bit longer. Just George W.’s eulogy and then they fly the body to Houston.”

“How many places are they burying this man? Is this a horcrux thing?”

“No idea. Michelle?”

“Mm?”

“He keeping his hands to himself?”

“For the most part.”

“I can hear Hillary grinding her teeth from here.”

“She is not in a healthy headspace right now. How you doing?”

“Michelle, I am, uhhhh, not gonna lie to you: popped a xanax on the ride over.”

“Not a terrible idea. Holy shit, you’re kidding me.”

“What?”

“Is he snoring?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

“Tell Melania to elbow him in the fat.”

“Oh, don’t make me talk to her.”

“Barack Hussein Mohammad Mustafa Whiteyhater Obama, you get that cat-woman to wake Lumpy up. We are on camera.”

“Fine, okay. Um, Melania?”

“Da, Chocolate President?”

“Michelle, she called me–”

“I don’t care what she called you. Take care of this.”

“Everythin’ all raht down there?”

“We’re fine, Bill.”

“Yer thigh cold? Ah c’d rub it for yew.”

“All good on the thigh front, Bill. Barack?”

“Fine, fine. Melania?”

“Da?”

“Can you nudge the President, please? I think he’s resting his eyes a bit loudly.”

“He is sleep, da. Let him. He no say stupid thing vhen he sleep.”

“Melania–”

“Maybe he die in sleep. Ve can throw him in coffin vith other body.”

“Melania–”

“You kill him for me, Svarte Piet.”

“Do not call me Black Pete.”

“Is Christmas. You are Black Pete.”

“An’ then Daddy said, ’43, don’t tell Jeb, but you’re mah favorite. Tell Neil, though.’ Daddy made me promise to tell everyone that Neil was his worst son. An’, you know, I agree. Neil ain’t even smart enough to be the Fredo. More like a family pet or beloved servant, one who was mistakenly granted access to banks and their workins’.

“An’ then he said, ‘I won my war, you pussy,’ an’ I said, ‘Yeah, but I won my reelection,’ an’ I called him a word that means ‘homo’ but not ‘homo.’ The stronger variation. He tried to karate chop me, but he was very weak at this point an’ I was able to get him in a naked rear choke.

“It should be noted that sev’ral generations of Bushes were in the hospital room while this was goin’ on.”

“Oh, thank God. He’s awake.”

“Michelle, no one has ever before thanked God that that man was awake.”

“Weird year. Is someone doing  Darth Vader impression?”

“That’s Cheney.”

“Ah.”

Give ‘Em The Old Razzle-Dazzle

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“We’re squad goals, right? Is that what we’re saying now? Squad? Squizzle? Are you still doing the ‘izzle’ thing?”

CELL PHONE NOISE

CELL PHONE NOISE

“New phone, who dis?”

“Please hold for the President.”

“Oh, come on.”

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“What the fuck is wrong with you? Just say ‘vote for me’ and leave. Stop ad libbing! I don’t know who’s stiffer, you or Bill.”

“You have no idea of the pressure I am under here, Mr. President.”

“No, no: you’re right. My campaigns were a lot easier.”

“Thank you.”

“How could it not be easy? I was up against you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Listen, here’s the plan. at this point, there are no undecideds. We just gotta get people excited. Jay and Bey are good, but we need to target other demographics, and be smart about it. Right celebrity for the right location. I’ve been making calls. Setting up events. I’m like Bill Graham, but I don’t yell at people in Yiddish, so nothing like Bill Graham.”

“Who’d you get?”

“Pitbull.”

“Mr. Worldwide, Mr. President?”

“Si. On his way to Miami. Actually, he lives there, but you know what I mean.”

“Perfecto.”

“Don’t speak Spanish. Leave that to whats-his-face.”

“My veep?”

“Yeah.”

“I wanna say Tom.”

“Flip? Is his name Flip?”

“Christ, I hope not.”

“Whatever. Early voting in Georgia looks good. I think we can take it.”

“How?”

“I’m sending in Cher to entertain the homosexuals of Atlanta.”

“You’re a goddamned genius, Mr. President.”

“Yes. LeBron’s doing speeches in every city in Ohio with more than five black people, and I called in a favor in Wisconsin.”

“You got Aaron Rodgers?”

“Better: Laverne and Shirley.”

“I’m in awe.”

“Yeah, sure. Hey, let’s play a fun game. It’s called ‘How badly would Barack Obama have beaten Trump?’ You go first.”

“Shame you weren’t this aggressive with Congress.”

“I could cancel all this stuff right now.”

“Thank you, Mr. President.”

“Put Beyoncé on the phone. I’d like to thank her for her patriotism.”

“Mr. President.”

“That’s an order.”

“Hello, Mr. President. This is Beyoncé.”

“Hey, boo.”

“Who are you talking to!?”

“Michelle!”

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“Gimme that phone.”

“I need it. I’m running the world.”

“You’re running your mouth.”

“Aw.”

Just Couples Stuff

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“You know, Jay: they call me H to the Izzo, as well.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

CELL PHONE NOISE

“This is Hill–”

“What did I tell you about acting weird in front of Jay and Bey?”

“I was not acting weird, Mr. President.”

Obama holds baseball bat whilst on the phone to the TUrkish president.

“Woman, I could beat you to death in the Rose Garden and people would say, ‘Well, it’s 2016,’ and then give me a parade.”

“I was trying to relate to Jay.”

“Forget that he’s black. Talk to him like he’s rich.”

“Oh, hell: I know how to talk to rich people. Will he pay me to talk to him? Rich people love paying me to talk to them.”

“Hillary, I had to do several favors to set this up.”

“What?”

“Blue Ivy got accepted to Harvard.”

“She’s four.”

“Early acceptance.”

“Okay.”

“Listen, me and Michelle aren’t going to be the president and first lady come next year, but Jay and Bey are still going to be Jay and Bey, got me? I will no longer have the armed forces, and she’ll have the Beyhive. I need to stay on the Black Illuminati’s good side.”

“The what?”

“Nothing. Just stop being weird. Don’t do your little accent, don’t pull out your hot sauce, don’t start talking about how many Stevie Wonder records you have. You’re not Bill; you can’t pull it off.”

“Fine.”

“Speaking of which: where is Bill?”

“Nowhere near Beyoncé.”

“Good.”

“How’s she looking?”

“Bey?”

“Yeah.”

“I would.”

“Sure. Do you, uhhh, hear a weird noise?”

“Like angry breathing?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

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“Eh, probably nothing. Hillary: don’t fuck this up.”

“Suck my dick, Barry.”

“Before you act, just ask yourself: what would Obama do? And then do that.”

“Suck it hard and long, Hussein.”

“Right after I finish my cigar.”

“Asalaam Alaikum.”

The Randos Of Navarone

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“I found randos!”

Oh, for fuck’s sake, Mickey: that’s Walter Cronkite and Mike Gordon. And the lady looks important. And I think that’s Steve Kimock’s hat.

“Gimme a second.”

I don’t want to.

“But you will.”

Oh, fine.

“Here you go. Prime rando.”

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Nope.

“Not randos?”

They are actually less rando than you are, Mick.

“Is the guy behind me a dolphin?”

No, he’s the living embodiment of both nepotism and the different beauty standards society holds male and female movie stars to.

“Wait, wait, wait: I got ’em. I got the greatest collection of randos. Check this out.”

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Jesus, Mickey.

“What? I’m standing right next to two randos!”

On which side of you?

“Right side?”

Wow.

“They are randos, though.”

Sure, but their rand gets overwhelmed by the non-rand surrounding it.

“I’m not great at this.”

Not at all.

“I didn’t know Branford was married.”

You’re not allowed to be in the Rando War anymore.

First Family Affair

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You know why I love America?

Taco Tuesday?

You know why else I love America?

No, but please don’t get weird.

Not weird: patriotic. Only in America am I guaranteed the right to proclaim how much sexy our First Couple has.

Please don’t talk about–

I would three-way the shit outta of those two.

–having a menàge…dammit. That’s not respectful.

I would be totally respectful of the First Couple’s sexual boundaries.

Not what I meant.

I don’t understand where I’m wrong in this: if I were to ogle Mrs. Obama, then: yeah, sexist and wrong and shitty. What I’m saying is that both of them can do stuff to me, or have me do stuff to them.

Stop.

That’s called equality.

I wanna be the white part in the Oreo.

STOP TALKING.

What’s Black, White, And Oval All Over?

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ERMAGERD HE IS SO CUTE.

The dog?

No.

The secret Muslim?

No.

Broccoli Hitler?

No. What?

Michelle Obama wants to send stormtroopers to our homes to force us to eat our vegetables.

I believe that now.

The Pope! Look at him! Look at how cool he is! He pets dogs!

What else did he do today?

Speeches.

Good message?

Fuck, no. Apparently, women’s rights are pretty much limited to the right to shut their whore mouths and grow some more Catholics.

Anything else?

He and his organization privilege magic over reality.

The Pope said that?

It was the subtext of his address.

Oh. What was the text?

Love each other, something like that.

That guy’s got one speech.

Yeah.