A letter to Scooter Libby.
Hey Scoot,
Our book club met at Las Halles on Pennsylvania Avenue Tuesday, and you and your full legal team were there having a dinner meeting. Did you try the blood sausages? They were delicious.
I want to address the outcries from my table of “UnAmerican”; and “Terrorist”. I know it is probably easy to mistake those as be directed at you. I’m sorry, those slurs were being hurled at my fiance, Selena.
Selena, sitting mere blocks form the White House, publicly denounced her allegiance to Tom Hanks and refused her patriotic duty of loving every movie he has been in. We couldn’t believe it either, so we were verbally slandering her… her, not you.
Sorry about any confusion, and best of luck with that whole trial thing.
Greg
So I guess Selena passed on my message?
As long as we are always prepared and know our surroundings, we can conquer all.
ROCK ON!
Terrorist!!!
From your favorite freethinking bleeding heart pro choice liberal green gay!
Sometimes I think not living in a major metropolis makes me pretty dumb…
(read: Charlie Brown : )
That’s okay. I must come clean now and admit that while Stef was telling me on the phone that she had discovered who we were sitting next to, I was googling him and finding out who he was.
UnAmerican!
But was I convincing, Stef?
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