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That thing must like what it sees in the mirror.
That just jogged my memory to the president of a bank two doors down from a newspaper I worked at during the Seventies.
He dressed impeccably always in a nice suit and a tie. The very few times I spoke to him he'd smile back with hair sticking straight way out of his ear holes and dangling out of his nose.
He was always clean-shaven. So I know he HAD to look at himself in a freakin' mirror at least once a day!
When one gets old and starts~ouch!~yanking nose hairs instead of trimming them, it's time to buy a replacement and toss senile Pal Joey into the trash where defects belong.
Just by being himself without a teleprompter to read, me dino thinks senile ole' crooked Quid Pro Quo Joe could play The Jerk way better than Steve Martin did.
Me dino well imagine the first scene called, "Chapter One: Lost Staggering On His Way To The Oval Office, Our Pooping Presiduhdent Joey Finds Himself Outside Before An Ice Cream Shoppe Sniffing A Little Girl."
Every time I think he's all right he manages to screw it up.
PS, I got Married on 7/11/92...Didn't seem Prophetic at the time...