It's time once again for the bane of our existence, the White House Correspondents' Dinner. Can you imagine being a starry-eyed first-time attendee who walks in excitedly, only to find you're seated next to this guy? Reince Priebus belongs in the chow line at Rikers, not at this dinner. We cats hack up a hairball, and we HISS.
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