One of my earliest memories is standing in line with my Mom while she waited to vote for Dukakis in '88. I remember giggling because "Dukakis" sounded like "caca." Poop humor is the apex of comedy when you're two. That, and funny faces, and tickling, and Murphy Brown. I loved Murphy Brown. After Bush won the election, I wrote a little ditty entitled "Barbara Bush lives up your tush," which I know my Dad taped me singing, which means there's a lost recording of my first poem floating around somewhere.
Anyway, Ben Quayle is one bad-ass mother:
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