If this blog were a book, you'd read it on the toilet.
Even if I squint real hard, I can't see past that blouse to her fun bags.
*trying to use mental telepathy* This is your Comandicator speaking. help me help me help me! I don't even know how to read!
"Stay very still. If I can't see them, they can't see me."
"Tony Snow used to really like this too."
"Chicks are squishy, just like mashed potatoes, heh heh."
"Gee, your hair smells terrific."
"Laura used to let me do this. Heh heh. Now she just rolls her eyes and calls me 'worst husband ever' Heh heh."
(thought) You smell like Hilary... [sighs]
I wonder if Bill felt this way about Monica?
"Condi says that I am the ass in harassament.
"[inhale...] When I breath you in, I am transported back to my ranch in the springtime and am reminded of a cool morning breeze that carries the scent of the cyprus trees. I am immediately calmed and my worries wash away from me like so much water down a torture device."
"Boy, I sure could use a nap after all that brush clearing."
He he! Did ya jus throw one-a them sdd's? It smells like one. I like 'em!
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