Nobody wants to be president anymore.
What did you want to be when you grew up? I’ve mentioned this before, but, when I was a lispy little thing, I used to say I wanted to be “the world’th foremotht bat exthpert.” I liked bats. Whatever.
Clearly, I still have no idea what I really want to be when I grow up.
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