more like "gotten a bad ice cube"
>>plowed his Ford Mustang
cue Wilson Pickett: "Mustang Patches/Guess you gotta slow your Mustang down..." (tune: Mustang Sally)
>>2:45 a.m.
"It's quarter to three; nobody at the security barrier but you ane me. So set 'em up Joe..."
tune: "Patches" (Clarence Carter)
My father was a drunk old man
I could see him with a bottle in his hand
He drowned a woman in a pond
Didn't think he did anything wrong
Didn't serve any time in jail
Got re-elected without fail
Oh, life's not easy for a Kennedy
The booze and the broads and the pills, you see
One night Daddy showed up when I was in bed
Poured himself a Chivas and in tears he said...
He said, Patches I'm depending on you son
To pull the family through
My son it's all left to you...
It over. Sorry Mr Franklin, we seem to have lost the Republic you all gave us.
So who is the "mystery woman" that tried to get him not to get out of bed, get in his car and drive to the capitol to vote at 2:30AM?
I hope the poor lad gets all the psychiatric help that he needs, but first he should be expelled from the House. If he is incapable of making sound and rational decisions for himself, how in the Hell can he make them for us?
What kind of woman would allow herself to be a passenger in any vehicle -- car, boat, airplane -- that was driven or piloted by a male Kennedy?
Boo F'n Hoo, loser.
The implicit tone of the MSM of all things Kennedy is "Well, he lost two relatives to assassins you know, so any behavioral problems MUST be understood and dismissed. Poor things!"
Reminds one of John F'n's constant reminder that he served in Vietnam.
He's a victim. God help the Rhode Island voters.