"Hello? 911? I've been kidnapped by four older fat men whom I'm afraid want to have their way with me! Please come find me! Take me back to the nursing home - I mean, Borough Hall!"
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12 comments:
Helen: "Hello operator. Could you please connect me with Scott Stringer or Marty Markowitz."
Poor Helen, she's just consulting with a local developer on how she should vote.
How else can he reach her in a meeting except by phone?
If Con Ed plugged a 110 volt line into Marshall's ass, it wouldn't zap her into full consciousness.
She's too damn old and should never have been
re-elected.
But she follows the directions of Irving Poy and Alex Rosa (no spring chicken herself) , who really run borough hall.
Do you know that Irving Poy (the developers' friend) holds a permanent civil service position there?
He goes along with the next borough president.
Claire Shulman made that possible.
So perennial hacks have job security at "the hall".
Helen:
"Could you please connect me with my banker in Zurich. Yes, here's my numbered account I.D. code.
Thank you".
"Is this Lava Life? Your TV commercials make it sound so fun. Don't worry, the taxpayers can afford it."
Excuse me! Excuse me! You'll have to speak up. My ears are stuffed with crap!!!!!!!
Helen:
"Hello? 911? I've been kidnapped by four older fat men whom I'm afraid want to have their way with me! Please come find me! Take me back to the nursing home - I mean, Borough Hall!"
Helen: "This sure beats the tin can with the string."
Helen Marshall's a few french fries short of a happy meal!
Helen's on the phone ordering her butler to re-open her Hamptons summer home.
Helen: "Call for Fee-lip Maah-uh-reeez!"
"B-5 ... N-44 ... Is that a bingo?"
Left to right: Dumb, Dumber, Dumbest and Moronowitz
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