CLintons had an open marriage?
“CLintons had an open marriage?”
Come and listen to a story `bout a hound named Bill ...
Actually Illary pushed him into a life of philandering.
Some book said he used to rock Baby Chelsea and sing D-I-V-O-R-C-E, but softly because he didn’t want her to hear.
Eventually he just decided she had returned to her Wellesley preference for bearded clams and said to himself,
“Self, I’m gonna boogie woogie woogie `til I just cain’t boogie no more.”
Remember him perving over his pickup truck with the astroturf in the back? Well, that was just a fat band geek talking, but politics is a powerful aphrodisiac. When she pushed him into the statehouse Hillary kept chasing strange poontang, and Bill did too. Her understanding was that he would be discrete.
I mean, look at Ted Cruz. OK, don’t look and I don’t blame you, but the chicks were all over him.
If you don’t believe me, just look at those two! Bill couldn’t stay awake at the `rat convention and Hillary is `death warmed over’ between visits to whatever facade renovation procedures she undergoes. Earl Scheib?
In their unguarded moments Hill and Bill both look like they’re ready to be laid out for that long sleep.
That’s what a life of sexual profligacy, lying and weapons-grade greed will do to you.
They cut their teeth on White Water, remember. The only major players who walked. “And all your money won’t another minute buy.”
Hey look, a squirrel!