Man Eegee turned me on to the hotel room requirements of Bush’s quail-hunting sidekick. Nothing too extravagent. Some bottled water, a microwave, a desk, some pre-brewed decaf coffee, four diet sprites…nothing I wouldn’t ask for if I was Satan’s ambassador to the aboveground.
But what kind of lazy son of a bitch needs all the lights turned on and (all) the television(s) set to FOX News?
