Somewhere, Jeff Sessions is sitting in a wood paneled library in his overstuffed leather recliner, a glass of scotch on the rocks in his hand.
He says one sentence to himself to break his silent reverie.
"Here it comes..."
#SlowWalker— Bill Mitchell (@mitchellvii) June 11, 2019
‘cept being a Bama Boy that glass has a shot of Kentucky’s finest creek in it...not scotch!!!