If either Barack or Michelle ever dared to make that request, or that insinuation, that Valerie should BEGONE asap, I think Valerie would play a chess game. Okay...I go, and guess what stories about a certain Kenyan family start coming out. It would be out of my control. I’m the only reason you are not locked in a jail cell right now. You know that, don’t you?
If I left, then who would protect you from the press? You don’t understand them, I do. Who would talk to your biggest donors in the Middle East? You don’t even speak their language, I do. You don’t know really how to manage them, and Michelle scares the hell out of them. We have so much work to do in the next two years.
Why don’t I send a deluxe special Lobster dinner upstairs for you and Michelle to enjoy tonight, my treat. I’ll bake some more Iranian Brownies with the girls, they love those brownies, puts them right to sleep everytime! Barry, let me whisper this in your ear; “If you promise to behave, I will have Reggie Love’ shipped in for another ‘surprise pajama party in the Lincoln Bedroom! Buttered Waffles in the morning! Would you like that? I thought you would! This has nothing to do with Michelle, it’s my gift to you, in honor of our friendship. Are we pals again?
Barack, you can't fire me. I don't work for you. Only Mr. Big can fire me. And if Mr. Big tells me to fire you, I will.So sit down and shut up.
You are sick, sick, sick. . .and so so ACCURATE!!!LOL!!!