Sacrifice? Heck wid dat. YOU sacrifice! I needs me some PIZZA!

As the First Lady pretends at planting a garden to show “sacrifice” and “thrift” to America, hubby Barack is paying out thousands from our treasury to fly pizza makers from St. Louis to Washington for a pizza party.
I guess “sacrifice” means different things to different people.

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