OK, so maybe Fleetwood Mac weren’t so rockin’. But Clinton did have groupies, which is more than I could say for William Tizzaft.
Senior year of college, my housemate John pulls me aside and whispers, “If you have any drugs or guns around, hide them. The Secret Service are coming to our house today.” Wha? Sure enough, that evening conspicuous black vans pull up at both sides of College Ave and guys in suits are hiding out in the bushes. Then I’m chilling on our disgusting porch with John and his friend Chelsea Clinton. I offered First Daughter a beer but she “wasn’t allowed.” Anyway, that’s my Clinton story. Good thing I hid all my guns.
Bill is appearing at B&N Rock Center today at 12:30. It’s sure to be a madhouse. Bush and Zombie Reagan wish they had that kind of buzz. Put
on your iPod and try to get a book signed. If you’re like me you can’t listen to that song without thinking about burritos.






































If a Prez doesn’t have buzz then he (or she, ever) is not a Prez.
What happened to Prez Buzz?
“Dreams”/burritos, shmears.
Gotta love ending w/ shmears. Best vernacular ever.
I miss Bill.
dude. i remember that day. That was Cornell, and “john” is John D. Am i right?
Yep. My friend ran into them together last night coincidentally.
My Chelsea Clinton story involves the now-closed SubMercer lounge in NYC, a stripper’s pole, a lot of champagne, and ends with Chelsea making out with a boy that was not her boyfriend. And having her boyfriend walk in on her making out with some other dude. And flipping the hell out. Oopsie.
I thought I was the only one for whom “Burrito Dream” eclipsed the original. Lucy Lawless should release that as a single…