“Where’s my Huma, damnit! I need a drink.”
“But ma’am you’ve had three already and you have that rally in an hour.”
“Make it a double then you f’ng moron! Don’t forget the olive, you little puke”
The mental, emotional strain of losing a lover.
Wouldn’t it be a hoot if the liquor vender is a company owned by Donald Trump?
Hillary special. All you can drink.
Here babe, here is your blackberry.
Whoo and Hoo.