”I’m sorry, John, but I can never be anything but a sister to you.”
Pelosi’s husband : “Hello, dear, how many personal freedoms did you quash today? Hey…Wait a minute…What’s that big orange smear on your face?”
”Ah, my petite femme liberal fatale, let me carry you away to Five Guys, where our love musk weel be covered up by the aroma of greasy French fries, no?”
”Thank you, Nancy. The president always makes me kiss the other end.”
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"No, stop John. I'll just break your heart and make you cry!"
"Oh, John! Stick your tongue in my ear, and I'll follow you anywhere!"
"I can't believe you beat up Harry, just for me!"
Well, I'd better stop now. I'm getting delusional.
"Are your intentions dishonest?"
Cheers
Nancy, I've got to take the gavel away from you or you will break my balls.
Pelosi thought bubble: "That's MY gavel, you putz!"
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