Screw it.

[docwebster]

I'M running for President!

Okay, I realize I don't have a chance in downtown Cleveland of actually getting on ballots - much less winning - but count me in!

(Pat Robertson enters the Oval Office)

"Mr. President, ah gather that yew are a lover of them damn ho-mo-sex-you-wulls."

"I gather you're a colossal jackass with all the wit, charm and self posession of a used condom. Plus, God thinks you're about as bright as Pickett's Charge. Boys, take this man away and have him buggered to death with his own left arm."

Ah, the possibilities.

Comments

[docwebster.livejournal.com]

Complaints? Hee.

[insanegypsy.livejournal.com]

Never!

[docwebster.livejournal.com]

Well, I have to go work out for a bit and then run a couple errands. I should be back in a couple hours or so.

Besides, I need to start thinking of my cabinet. I just *might* run next time. Absolutely no joke at all, mind you.

[insanegypsy.livejournal.com]

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