So I've been spending time with Joe Biden, and he made some public comments that have been misinterpreted. Then, of course, there is the fact that he hasn't had much to say that didn't involve his pulling together his NCAA tournament brackets or talking up his golf game. Big Guy keeps trying to avoid using me in public because, well, it's tough to look like the smartest guy in the room when all you can do it read off a screen. Why, yesterday, we had this little bit of entertainment:Īs you may be aware, there hasn't been too much for me to do of late. Now, after spending the past few months hanging out with a bunch of Dominion voting machine servers being reprogrammed in Joe's basement, I'll be spending time with them in the White House!Īnd the fun will just keep coming. But the most awkward moment was when the Hunter Biden hard drive was made public and it turned out 'Ol Joe had appropriated my nickname for BO for himself. There were other days when he didn't know where he was or even who he was. Using Nancy Pelosi's face guy had its good days and bad days. There were days when 'Ol Joe didn't know whether to wear reading glasses or sunglasses.
How much heavy lifting could it take? And then the Chi-Com Covid-19 comes along.Īs a result, I spent a few months in Joe Biden's basement. How do you turn down the pleas of a senior citizen in desperate need? I figured this would be an easy gig. To paraphrase: "Toadie," he says (he can't even keep my name straight), "My ability to speak is about as good as an old dribble-mouthed milk licker." He won the Democrat nomination for President, but he needs help. So there I am, twiddling my virtual thumbs out in LA, where I've been subbing for a buddy on "Jimmy Kimmel Live," when I get a call from good 'Ol Joe Biden.