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The White House Carpenter was passed out drunk again, propped up against a sawhorse and snoring.
Abe desperately needed the kitchen table leveled. Mary Todd was long past tired of the wobble.
He tapped the carpenter with his shoe.
Nothing.
Mary Todd yelled out through the kitchen window, telling Abe to fire the drunk carpenter.
Abe yelled back: "He has acted badly in this matter, but we must use what tools we have."
That night, the table still wobbled.
The next day, Mary Todd put poison in the carpenter's whiskey, killing him.
"Wonderful," moaned Abe. "Who will build his coffin?"