After a thorough search provided by the Secret Service I entered the conference room. There sat Mr. Joe Biden. He stood up as the camera woman slid from his lap. Mr. Bennett. He said with a handshake over the cherry wood table between the two leather chairs we would be using for the interview. We sat down. First, Mr. Biden I wanted to thank you for this interview opportunity. I expressed with intense excitement. I take you have the outline of questions that were provided by my colleges? Call me Joe, Jeremy if I may? Yes. I have a question for you though. Of course Mr. Uh, Joe. I hesitantly answered not sure if he was displeased. Where are all the women? I mean you and I are guys and we need to party like rock stars. After all Im not getting any younger. Well? I answered. I was just hoping to get to the heart of the matter. Shoot away Jeremy. How do you think President Obama will answer over Mr. Putins actions with Ukraine? Well. Mr. Biden placing his thumb on his mouth folding his arms in thought. Im not really sure. Hes been considering all options after these actions took place. Do you think his slow decisiveness is causing more issue than resolve? You know, Im not going to answer that question. When you are in the middle of planning your next vacation are you bothered with your work? I mean common. You also have to consider the star studded parties he is forced to take part of ya know? Would you turn down the opportunity to spend time with Beyonce? He laughed as he reached over the table and slapped me on the arm. I mean badonkadonk! O.K. umm. Hey, Jeremy, wheres your wife? He interrupted. My wife? I being annoyed at this point out of disbelief responded. Yeah your wife. Maybe you wanna meet my wife while Im meeting yours? Alright Mr. Biden I think our interview is over. Ahh, dont be like that. You cant blame be a guy for being a guy can you? Good day Mr. Biden. I ended the interview abruptly.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 16:06:36 +0000
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