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Washington DC - Sitting in his favorite restaurant drinking his third Cosmopolitan, Senator Lieberman seemed finally ready to speak his mind. “It hasn’t been easy for me lately,” Lieberman slurred. “You stab same people in the back, question their patriotism and push for an illegal war or two and suddenly you’re a pariah. They owe me a thank you, not these threats. Take away my position as extorter, then what do I have left? Nothing! I’m saving them from themselves, you know. If I don’t tell them they’re traitors, who will? That’s what friends are for, right?” Joe had insisted we meet in public. “So it looks like I have a friend, besides John,” he said. “If Harry, (Reid) doesn’t be a little nicer, I’m going back to Hollywood and remake Alf; that puppet got me. Sure, they called me Droopy Dog out there – but it sounded different when Alf said it,” said Lieberman. “Um, not to rain on your parade, Joe, but don’t you think that would make the democrats happy,” I offered. “Screw you!” he drawled. “You think Alf threatened me when I questioned his patriotism? Hell no! He begged me to stay… We had a good sex life.” “What?” “I didn’t say anything”
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