(who would you be friends with?)
Just had a great day with my buddy Herbie Hoover! He had the honor (and pleasure) of showing me around 1930's America. I was quite fond of his little ''Hoovervilles". How quaint to see them run about with their tattered rags of clothes and empty pockets. Herbie did not seem too pleased when I referred to them as Hoovervilles, but when has someone's discomfort ever stopped me?
They say there's a great depression going on, but I feel pretty good about this place! If this is survival of the fittest, then I, a rich white man, am fit to survive!
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