Why do I want to be your president? Because goddamn it, I've earned it. Hell, I was an admiral's son, I didn't have to go to goddamn Vietnam, get shot down and deal with all those goddamn sadistic gook prison guards. No, I went because my prick of a father and his asshole of a father were goddamn admirals, for Christ's sake, and I had no choice but to pay off the poker bet I made with them and join the goddamn Navy. And after five years of eating goddamn rats and getting poked up the ass with hot bamboo sticks, then I gotta return to the states to a limping gimp of a wife who got herself fucked up in a car accident and got all fat on me? The cunt ended up with an ass on her the width of a Volkswagen, and after all I'd been through at the Hanoi Hilton, I was expected to come home and fuck that fat cunt? Hell, no! Then I met Cindy, who was hotter'n a two dollar pistol and her dad owned a beer factory. Why did I dump my fat ass first wife and get with Cindy? Bec...
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Knobbing Jessica would be like knobbing your own Barbie; massive boobs, big brassy blonde hair, enormous suck-the-chrome-of-a-tow-ball mouth, and a vacuous head that you could fill with all manner of debauched bedroom suggestions, on the grounds that "it's okay honey, everyone does that these days..."
What guy that has blood flowing to his glans is gonna think that is a bad idea. Even if it's just for a month.
Yeah, I don't get this relationship either, it should've been over a long time ago, unless she does something for inner high school nerd that he didn't quite grow out of.
I bet he looks like shit with his shirt off. Not a thing like that pile of man beef she was married to.
I mean I still think Jessica is hotter than her old husband , don't get me wrong. I am just saying..