I saw Jimmy Carter last night. Or as the girl behind me kept calling him "Jiminy Carter." Like the cricket.
It’s gotta make you feel like a pimp to be (I assume) 94 and still get security detail and decoy cars. All I want in life is a string of decoy cars.
He might look like he stuffs his pockets with Werthers Originals, but clearly people are out to assassinate him at a moment’s notice. People who hate humanity being habitated. Even if they aren’t exactly sure how to pronounce his name.
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When most people would swear, my grandmother says "Jiminy Christmas!" She'd never make it past his security people.
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