AIPAC dough can’t help you get reelected, Karen.

But they are edible.

First thought was, “Where the fuck was their wedding planner (if they had the privilege of one)? That sounds like a pertinent question to raise before the big day.”

The say they can prove he had a tiny führette.

With friends like these.

Any news on this blowout, Dersh?

I mean, do what makes you feel good, Dersh.

Sounds more like Cthurkey.

I’d turn it into a public lavatory.