I got a call tonight from Elvis. He agreed to perform live at my birthday bash in New York. Bill set the whole thing up. The bastard lost his touch. Bill, not Elvis
This modest little birthday party should tell you something about how to run a political campaign, which should tell you about how to run a government, which should tell you about the value of experience.
My 60th birthday party will feature Elvis. Costello, not Presley. Who else? So far, that’s it. That’s the best that Bill could do for me, and he’s a former president. Now I have to step in and fix my own damned birthday party.
What did I do for Bill on his 60th birthday?
For Bill’s bash last year we had The Rolling Stones, Christina Aguilera, Jack White and other notables. Martin Scorsese got the whole thing down on film, except where Bill tried to hit on Christina. Here’s what matters– we collected “gifts” of $60,000 to $250,000 from each of our friends. That’s how to throw a party.
This year, for my 60th, I get an over-the-hill rocker who can’t even shave without cutting himself. There’s no justice in the world.
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