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| Hello, it's me. The President. You're probably wondering right now how I got to being here. This is what happened. | |
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| George ran his hand up and down inside Barbara's teddy, squirting some Astroglide onto his finger and inserting it into her tight fanny, while whispering cowboy talk into her ear... | |
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| Nine months later, here I am, a breathing, walking advertisement for Trojan conundrums. | |
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