Not Cool, Arpaio
Ya know, Joe, when we started our little thing you told me you were good at keeping things on the DL. Well, that's the last time I believe some power-mad Arizona prick like you. Oh, you start cracking down on your border with Mexico and all of a sudden you're some untouchable mayor of everything who can reveal other people's secrets without consequence? Seriously, Joe, I expected better out of you. Damn it, Joe, I gave you those pink panties so you could feel close to me while I was on the trail stumping for my Tea Party allies. And because you asked me for them. And because, all things considered, they really weren't fit to wear anymore. Not so you could wave them around like some kind of victory flag.