![]() ![]() I loved his idea of mandatory restaurant work for all Americans, like military service, only more random. They are, in no particular order: leprechaun, Kamikaze, prolapsed anus and punchbowl. There are a few words that will never be the same for me, due to Clinton’s unique usage of them. I became retroactively envious of Lisa, a high school friend who helped Clinton lay a guilt trip on a fetal pig, and Meredith, the Wendy’s cashier who withheld revelation of a crush from Clinton (because he’s a guy), but not Lisa. In sharing stories about his family and growing up in Port Jefferson Station, New York, the child behind the man is explicated, and who he is as a human being is revealed, sometimes hysterically. ![]() My favorite one, called “Clinton for President,” contains the phrase “…at which point she assumed I had a ‘special friend’ over,” which, for reasons I can’t go into without spoiling the story, had me hooting like a hyena. This collection of essays had me laughing out loud in places both public and private. ![]()
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