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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love the pic. yes, much cuter than i had imagined, and i have a vivid imagination. too bad i'm married.
Jaysus, Katertot, you need me and you need me badly.
If you should find yourself stuck in the middle of the ocean without fresh water give yourself a salt water enema. The colon will absorb the required water and leave the salt behind. You'll have to do it a lot and it will leave you a tad 'crusty' but you will live long enough to die of starvation and/or paint a face on a volleyball.
Is that what Bambi and Thumper mean by 'twitterpation'?
Shut the fuck up - I am actually now officially extra in love with you, only moments after I was speaking of my husband's meat bat too.
FranIam.
Crushing.
Hard.
We will all soon be fighting over you. I don't want to hurt Tanya Espana, but I will if I am forced to.