let ‘er rip
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,
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.
October 21, 2015 — 7:14 pm
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