Well, I’ve been trying for a couple of years now to become rich and famous. However, the knitting blog/foodie/rant thing is not leading to the big cash grab that I had hoped.
So, I’m going to take another tack. I’ve decided to run for President of the United States.
“President Brouhaha” has a nice ring to it, no? (I actually prefer “The Right Honourable Brouhaha” but I figure the perqs and benefits are better with the top gig south of the border).
And I think JJ would make a stunning First Man, don’t you?
Besides, if Paris Hilton can do it… so can I!!!
I mean, what does SHE…
…have that I don’t have to electrify an entire nation?
Yeah yeah yeah… huge breasts, blonde hair, and billions of dollars. Not to mention a folding lawn lounger. I know, I know. But surely that kind of thing is passe, no?!?
And besides, anyone can become a blonde:
Hey, do you think Paris was born with that colour of hair? Come on. If you’re that gullible, can I count on your vote in November? Because I’m, like, you know, ready to lead too, eh?!
Oh, that reminds me. Oops. I forgot that I’m not an American citizen -so I guess I can’t run for prez after all.
So much for that bright idea. I guess it’s back to the day job now.