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| AAAAAARGH! Georgie! Is that you? Am I awake or dreaming? | |
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| Laura, you're safe in bed with George Bush, and I'm your president and your loving fundamentalist Christian husband. | |
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| Oh my! I thought I was sleeping with Bill Clinton. | |
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| Heh heh heh, well, Laura, you don't need to worry about that philandering Antichrist. | |
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| Oh. I think I was screaming from multiple orgasms from the cigar. Not that I'm complaining about YOUR missile defence system. | |
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