When I first heard I’d been invited to the White House Correspondents’ Dinner, I thought my publicist had gone insane. Surely it must be a mistake, but it was real. When they said I couldn’t bring my wife, I said, “I ain’t going.” But my wife, Shay, said, “You’re taking your black ass to the White House.”
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