“King Junior has said this occasional addition to Scribe’s columns offers his misadministration, ‘Even more bone-us points!’”
Scribe hates it when inspiration strikes after he’s spent his somewhat weekly wad. Kathleen Wiley has, yet again, accused the Clinton’s: specifically Hillary, of trying to assasinate her pussy… cats.
Scribe has just received in the mail a recording of that call from “Senator Clinton…”
Cellphone ring-tune: rip off of old tune, rephrased… “I am (Cat) Woman.”
Clerk answers phone…
PPP-Patricia’s Pussy Parlor.
HC?-This is “Monica Throat.”
PPP- Senator Clinton? You sound more like…
HC?- This IS Ann… I mean Hillary. Um, Ann Cunter has an Adam’s apple.
PPP- OK, I’ll play along “Monica Throat.” Couldn’t you at least be clever enough to say something like “Deeply Driven Cigar Throat?”
HC?- Huh?
PPP- What can I do for you.
HC- Send some “catnip” over to… (address muffled)
PPP- If I understand you we at Patricia’s Catnip Parlor love cats, we pamper cats. Honestly Ann, that’s even more stupid than the last time you called asking if we have “Prince Gore” in a can instead of “Prince Albert”
CLICK.