The Minutes of Our Last Meeting | How to Win a Presidential Election
You want women, boy, do we have women! Va-Va-Vavoom! Grab ‘em by the policy!
You want women, boy, do we have women! Va-Va-Vavoom! Grab ‘em by the policy!
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.