Son climbs a tree 40 stories high. Random mom after camp says, “I’ve never seen anybody that high.” I say, “That’s what Hunter Biden’s dealer said. They don’t call him Sir Snort A Lot for nothing. On Hunter’s birthday when Jill said, “Blow”, he snorted the cake. Before he gave up blow for blow painting, no longer hearing last call from the bathroom stall. While his former biker buds from the Sons Of Anarchy yell, “Where’s Hunter? Who else is going to pay for this shit?”
Can I get a holla, for repurposing older than yiddish cocaine jokes about my brother in Hunter’s honor? Challah, sky high again. Thank you very much.
Michael Kornbluth
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