Dear Lord, could one ever get as happy as Billy Carter during the first year of his brother's presidency? We're guessing the lucky reporters who got the gig following him around ran a close second. Not only would they get to share in his amusements, they got to share his reckless pearls with the readers as well.
And in popping these pearls, like peanuts, they couldn't stop at just one: he's drinking peanut likker 'steada beer cause he can't find the damn bathroom; Jimmah would be a better president if'n he'd listen to him; and Bert "If-it-ain't-broke-don't-fix-it" Lance -- dipped in corruption colors at the time -- was the best man in Washington, bar none. Barring none would also include his brother, of course. Aw, hay-uhl. Did Ah say that? Look at that smile, would you? And that's even knowing when his wife sees him huggin' and kissin' wif Miss Peanut Lolita he'll "probably catch straight damn hell!"
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