Friday, April 20, 2018

Dear Mr. Trump

Dear Mr. Trump,

You realize Giuliani's senile, right? 

True, maybe a little hard to tell since he's been like this since you declared your first bankruptcy.  But it's pretty obvious, given that vacant look on his face, the whole AirPods thing (a dead giveaway), and the fact that most of what he says sounds like something out of a Fellini movie.

Let me tell you, take it from a Sicilian-American lady because I know:  You are now stuck with looking at this guy's mug every. single. blessed. day for the rest of your life.  Rudy Giuliani for breakfast, lunch, snacks, and dinner.  Because - believe me - this guy's wife sure doesn't want him hanging around the house.  And she's not gonna give up easy.

I get it.  Good help is hard to find.  Especially if you have a reputation for not paying them.  And maybe Mayor Cocopazzo really will fix everything in two weeks, so you can get back to making money off of being in the White House.

But you think could you buy him a decent set of teeth?

Ci pensa,

Connie Staccato
Vice Princess
Paesani in Politics

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