I mean, what did you expect?
You know who kills themselves?
Hmm, do you?
Cowards, that's who
Cowards and crazy people
And Bill was both
So there you go
Oh, I'm sorry, Maria
I've got this rash under my skin
That's why I'm wearing satin gloves to brunch
Like it's the mid-80's
My dermatologist gave me something for it
But when I got home and looked at the tube
I saw all the ingredients in it and said 'No, no thank you'
'No way'
Nothing inorganic goes in or on my body
I'm all natural
Except for the boobjob
And the botox
Oh, it's just a little joke, Maria!
Lighten up
Times ain't hard no more
Or didn't you get the memo?
Martin is C.E.O. now and we can finally stop watching that company
Hemorrhage money, year after year
He's our Bill Clinton, Maria
My husband is our game changer
And I am his Hillary
Of course, I dress better
And my hair is--hahaha
God, I'm a nasty bitch sometimes
I feel bad about Tony
I do
But if losing your job is all it takes
To make you do a header
From twenty stories up
Then clearly, the modern world
Was not meant
For you
People lose jobs all the time
Especially people like us
People of our--stature
You find a new job
You use your loss
As an opportunity
You make the best of things
And if you don't know how
You take whatever money you stashed away
In your secret bank accounts
Or stuff in your mattress, if you're a romantic
And you buy a nice farm somewhere
And you live out the rest of your days
In peace and quiet
While the rest of us stay focused
On the game
I wish I could have talked to poor Tony
Before he decided down was the only way out
I could have...oh I don't know, helped...I suppose
But what's done is done
And Martin doesn't like me talking about it anyway
He only wants to celebrate
And why shouldn't he?
This is a good day
A great day
My husband is practically King of New York
And that makes me a...
That means doors are opening
It's not just about standing ne
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