BILL CLINTON WALKS ON A DRESSING GOWN, HILARY IS ALREADY ON STAGE.
BILL
Morning Hilary, where's my cereal.
HILARY
Good evening Bill here's your cereal.
BILL
Hilary that's a shoe it's 9am. Now where's my cheery-hoes they're shaped liked cigars, and fish flavoured.
HILARY
Oh Bill I'm practising my pretending, if I keep this up I might be able to pretend Barack Obama isn't actually going to win.
BILL
Isn't that ambitious, I mean people really love the skinny little guy.
HILARY.
Well I pretended you were President. And not a chubby chasing sex pest, who nearly got caught whacking off outside Weight Watchers.
BILL
Mmmm Weight watchers, hey Hilary you said good night, I need to get some sleep and watch my Roseanne DVDs. Now where's that darn cigar?
