Michelle Intervenes
July 1, 2013
“Barack, what’s that smell?”
“Just new cleanser they’re using.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Open this door.”
“Can’t, the vice president and I are resolving the immigration and Syrian crises.”
“You’re profaning the Oval Office as well as disobeying my directives.”
“I’m doing no such thing.”
“You think I don’t know.”
“How could you?”
“I had a few college roommates, the bad girls, who behaved like you.”
No one in the Oval Office responded.
“Stand back,” Michelle ordered, and told a secret service agent to unlock the door.
Storming in, the first lady, more buffed than her husband, grabbed his arm and flung him onto the sofa. The vice president interceded, exhaling a pungent mass into her face, causing her to bend over and cough. Several seconds later, the president rushed over and shoved the bong into her mouth and shouted, “Inhale,” which she reflexively did, and he motioned for the agent to close the door.