I want a friend like filmmaker Harvey Weinstein.
Here’s the deal.
I need a pal to tell my wife I’ve been abducted by aliens, or bitten by a neighbor’s pet leopard, or stricken by mind melding dandruff, whenever she asks me to take out the garbage, or carry up a load of laundry, or do any household chore a true spouse should embrace.
That way when she asks why I ditched her Harvey can say…”I’m here to vouch for those tales.”
Check this out.
Is it too much to ask for a President who cannot tell a lie?
So, instead of calling it a lie, friends like Harvey just call what even Piers Morgan knows to be fiction, “a human mistake.”
Sorry Harvey…if Piers isn’t buying your jive, nobody’s buying it.