Once upon a time, there were no copy machines. There were mimeographs, and lithographs, and printers and cameras with film, but there were no copy machines.
Xerox machines were introduced in 1959. The technicians delivered them on commercial dollies, and tuned and tried and prayed for them. The rest of us learned all about toner cartridges, and memorized the service number.
Late at night, the everlasting juveniles among us climbed up on a chair, and sat jaybird naked on the screen, and showed their friends pictures of what everybody knew they were, anyway.
Anthony Weiner's office has a new Xerox machine.
Somebody--surely not Anthony!--sent a copy of Anthony's temporarily bulging shorts out over the internet. On Weiner's Twitter account. The image suggest that Weiner's wiener is a Polish sausage; you know, a ballet dancer with a kielbasa in his pants.
Mr. Weiner, a member of Congress, whom everyody thinks might like to become Mayor of New York City, someday (at least until recently), said the 21st century equivalent of, "I did not Tweet with that woman!"
He admits that it might have been his shorts. It might have been his sausage. It might have been his high-school mentality but, you know, it might have been somebody else who sent his sausage to someone. You know. "It all depends on what the meaning of "is" is."
Anthony Weiner promises to get to thebottom . . . to the truth . . . to the whatever it is about Xerox machines, or cameras, or the tweets of this distracting episode so that he can get back to work, and when he does, you will understand how hard his work is.
Xerox machines were introduced in 1959. The technicians delivered them on commercial dollies, and tuned and tried and prayed for them. The rest of us learned all about toner cartridges, and memorized the service number.
Late at night, the everlasting juveniles among us climbed up on a chair, and sat jaybird naked on the screen, and showed their friends pictures of what everybody knew they were, anyway.
Anthony Weiner's office has a new Xerox machine.
Somebody--surely not Anthony!--sent a copy of Anthony's temporarily bulging shorts out over the internet. On Weiner's Twitter account. The image suggest that Weiner's wiener is a Polish sausage; you know, a ballet dancer with a kielbasa in his pants.
Mr. Weiner, a member of Congress, whom everyody thinks might like to become Mayor of New York City, someday (at least until recently), said the 21st century equivalent of, "I did not Tweet with that woman!"
He admits that it might have been his shorts. It might have been his sausage. It might have been his high-school mentality but, you know, it might have been somebody else who sent his sausage to someone. You know. "It all depends on what the meaning of "is" is."
Anthony Weiner promises to get to the
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