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Dear Auntie Weasel,

I’d like to make fun of Chelsea Clinton, but somehow it just feels wrong. Like, she can’t help who her parents are, can she? Do we have any evidence she’s as much a piece of shit as her mama and daddy?

Signed,
Feels Wrong, I Say

Dear Feels,

Here ya go:

It was an idyllic summer’s day on Martha’s Vineyard when a young Chelsea Clinton appeared unexpectedly in the kitchen of the luxury holiday home where the First Family were staying.

“Do you know who I am?” she asked, when Pierre Chauvet refused her request for fried chicken in place of the gourmet fish dish he was preparing.

“Of course I knew who she was,” laughed Mr Chauvet. “But fish is all I had.”

Chelsea, who was 13 at the time, eventually got her own way.

Comments


Comment from bikeboy
Time: October 21, 2015, 7:23 pm

Dear Auntie Weasel:

Why all the animosity toward Webster Hubbell, Chelsea’s daddy? He’s been out of the limelight for a LONG time!


Comment from Pupster
Time: October 22, 2015, 12:05 am

The less thought about Howdy Daughter the better.

I’ve decided to be a Low Information Voter from now on…I’m voting for the best hair.


Comment from bds
Time: October 22, 2015, 1:22 am

Eh. I don’t think I buy the Web Hubbell thing. Not that I think highly of any Clinton, naturally, but if Hillary has cheated on Bill I very much doubt it was with a man.

Also, Bill looks more Howdy-Doody-ish than Web in my opinion. Combine his drunk leprechaun look and Hillary’s . . . whatever homely thing she looks like, and it would look a lot like Chelsea.


Comment from mojo
Time: October 22, 2015, 2:25 am

Living with that pair would turn anyone into a douchebag.


Comment from The Mad Soprano
Time: October 22, 2015, 6:58 pm

Charlie McCarthy’s face on a woman’s body? That’s just plain creepy.

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