Michelle is complaining that being FLOTUS is like being in prison…words fail when you hear this kind of thing from the most privileged, pampered woman in the world. The only thing her existence has in common with people in prison is that the rest of us are paying for it.
Here's a picture of her hangin' in the yard, in one of her Gucci jump suits. Notice how it tastefully conceals her prison tats. Somebody please send her a cake with a hacksaw blade in it. Maybe if she can bust out, she can make it all the way to Mexico. Just jump on Air Force 2 Michelle. Freedom awaits, beyond the reach of the law: white sand beaches as far as the eye can see, palm trees, mariachi bands, lots of cool little thatch roofed ramadas nearby for your staff to hang out, lobster bisque, gusano, the real kind with the little worm right in there, and the best pinatas in the world, the kind only locals can get. For the rest of your life. And we'll be glad to pay for all of it Michelle, we should be so lucky.
I guess her prison number would logically be, Number 2. Just sayin...
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