Friday, August 9, 2019

Whatever Became of Checkers?

Presidential pets are almost as much a tradition as living in the White House, present company excluded of course. Here's something I didn't learn in American History.

Praise the Lord and pass the (non-Pepperidge Farm) goldfish.
-bill kenny

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