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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Let it suffice to say that when I hear the song "One on One" from them, I immediately start singing "Several on One, I Wanna Play That Game Tonight..."
And school girl uniforms, big on the plaid skirt, the white blouse.
Oy gevalt.
We still don't know who Oates is, unless it's mentioned. Seriously, can you imagine being a platnium artist and a millionaire, and have nobody recognize you at all?
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Check out the stems on Jean Harlow in this shot too.
JDC
Katie, "Hall and Oates 2008, I Can Go for That" is one of my biggest search terms. Maybe you'll get invited to the Hall and Oates Yahoo Group like me now. I infiltrated it for... uh, journalistic purposes.