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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Sorry it didn't work between you and Mac, I'm just so proud you tried.
I'll be in town the weekend of the 4th, the big apple will welcome you home with open arms...xoxoxo
Also - the cell phone thing requires you to keep clicking on the map.
Doing so reveals that you, me and my parish priest (i kid you not schwartzy!) are all getting schtupped in the rear. ( you gave me your digits girl, so i had to look you up!)
He is not that feminine looking... oh maybe he is the schtuper and not the schtupee...
Good gravy...
; )
Ass.
That's all I'm gonna say.
"I almost got sent to Russia accidentally when trying to fly back to LA. How does one make that mistake?!"
Looking for well-hung Christian Russian girls by chance?
JDC
You are fucking brilliant. It's no wonder we all adore you.