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Sunday, October 5th, 2003
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6:04p - The what in his bed?!?
Like, I presume, the rest of you, I have read our ... uh ... I guess we'll call him our president, anyway, his ... uh ... poem? Do we have to call it a poem? Anyway.
I, too, have taken a stab at rendering what I believe the man was trying to say. It goes a little something like this:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I haven't exactly been
Faithful to you
Because you've just been
The lump in my bed
And my friend Tony Blair
Goes down and gives head
So if you were thinking about getting with that Chirac
My Secret Service goons will always get your back.
Besides, I like to take out the competition
When I'm out on a diplomacy mission.
current mood: devious
current music: Save Ginny Weasley -- Harry and the Potters
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