I believe the moon doesn’t exist. I believe that vampires are the world’s greatest golfers but their curse is they’ll never get to prove it. I believe there are 31 letters in the white alphabet. Wait, what was the question again?
Except for all the actual hatred that drives the machine, and not wanting to give any more attention to those whack jobs, I will admit that a sitcom following the bumbling, doomed to fail presidential campaign of the worst candidate in history could be really funny.
–30 Rock: Tracy Tries to Join the Church of Practicology
“It’s totally working! I can feel the gay dripping right out of me. From the eye of zoltar, right guys?!”
Now I’m imagining a new version of 30 Rock except it’s a parody of the Trump campaign instead of SNL.
I think the closet we got was Steve Austin (or maybe Governor Dunston). Both classic episodes.
Except for all the actual hatred that drives the machine, and not wanting to give any more attention to those whack jobs, I will admit that a sitcom following the bumbling, doomed to fail presidential campaign of the worst candidate in history could be really funny.
It was called Veep, and it was hilarious. lol