President Bush Withdraws From ATM

“"There's just something about having a couple of President Franklins in my wallet."
He was heard to say.”

“Do ya hafta say "president" Bush?”

“But I do want to wish you all a
”

“LOL!”

“Hey, the guy was a cheerleader! He deserves more respect from you. My guess is that Kleent has cheerleader envy.”

“Heh!
I had forgotten about this one... as did everyone else, it would appear.

"...President Franklin..."

LOL!
I kill me!”

“It's a shame the first President Bush didn't withdraw from Barbara in time.”

“How dare you insult the Imperial Sperm?”

“Ooops, now I have Obersturmfuhrer Aschcroften coming after me.

Mach Schnell!”

“And 'Der Gropenführer' too, before its over.

And somebody ought to tell George that a cheerleader is supposed to SHOUT though a megaphone, not wear it on his head.


(Imperial Freakin' Sperm??? LMMFAO)”

“The picture of our dear President makes it look as though he is pleasuring himself in the corner.

...my lips formed a smile as I watched him. Reaching slowly for the top button of my blouse, my fingers deftly undid the buttons and slid the blouse off. Reaching behind, I undid the hooks of my bra, let the straps fall down my shoulders and off of my arms. I undid the zipper on my skirt, and hooking my fingers in the waistband, slid it off my hips. I folded it across the chair then sat down on the edge of the chair and unhooked the garters on my stockings and began to roll them one at a time down my legs. I stood then unhooked the garter belt, then hooked my fingers in the waist of my lacy black thong. I took it slowly over my hips and stepped out of it as it reached my ankles. Standing naked, I looked at my reflection in the mirror on the door. My hands grazed over my body as I thought of his hands. My nipples hardened as I touched them. A shiver ran through me...

AHEM! What were you saying?”

“Hey Doc, I saw those naked photos of you... whew. Whattaskank!”