I’m not casting stones. But, you know, if I WAS a presidential intern... to a married president ... I have confidence that no cigar would have gotten near my ... youthful self.
And... if I DID THAT... I would hope that I wouldn’t be feeling sorry for myself later and deluding myself that it really was ... something more than a serial philandering jerk that used me....
What street corner was that picture taken on?