Dear Cabby: My campaign is $4.5 million in debt, but I'm completely and utterly convinced that I should stay in the GOP race. Romney's now the clear winner, but maybe I can salvage something out of the wreck. What shall I do?-- Newt G.
Dear Newt: Ya gotta be kiddin' me. You're broke and you want to go to Tiffany's? Fuggedaboudit. I want cash in advance, or get out of the goddam cab and walk, da exercise will do ya good, lard-ass. But I'll take your lady wife to protect her Pradas from da sidewalk. You can meet her there. Her fare's on me. You gotta problem widdat?.-- Cabby
Dear Newt: Ya gotta be kiddin' me. You're broke and you want to go to Tiffany's? Fuggedaboudit. I want cash in advance, or get out of the goddam cab and walk, da exercise will do ya good, lard-ass. But I'll take your lady wife to protect her Pradas from da sidewalk. You can meet her there. Her fare's on me. You gotta problem widdat?.-- Cabby