Wait, though: it gets even better.
Later on, I have Bill Clinton coming over. (I told him there would be an overabundance of broads, and... well: you know him, right...?)
At one point, he's going to let us blindfold him, and point him in the direction of one specific bedroom, where (I've already assured him) a hot young journalist lies naked, moist and waiting for him -- burning, blistering with the long-suppressed need to do to him what Sherman did to Atlanta... in slow motion.
The hard part, actually, was conning Chris Matthews into taking all his clothes off and laying down in the bedroom, waiting quietly. :)
Oh the thought! LOL!!!!