O!-bama

He may officially have my vote.

It came to me in a dream.

A long day at work, an arduous evening of driving, 2lbs of cherry twizzlers, and carrying luggage upon luggage up three flights of stairs is apparently all it takes to induce an erotic would-be presidential love affair.

Had the Post been there, it would have undoubtedly reported:

The glowing couple arrived just in time for the diplomatic wedding - taking place in the coveted historic church on 16th. While many were shocked at the president's recent decision to end his long, seemingly happy marriage, others were completely understanding upon seeing his new love's stunning ruched royal blue afternoon frock, complete with just the right amount of ... asset campaigning. Murmurs filled the high ceilings of the normally stayed holy atmosphere, and the bride feared losing her already tenuous grasp of the day's center stage. We are happy to conclude, however, that all couples left the facilities completely satisfied - owing in some part to the general celebration of the new nuptials, but in truth mostly to a well situated and discreet changing room just off the reception area.
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In retrospect, I'm not sure where the Sandman's entertainment line-up for last Thursday evening originated, as I had never before or after considered the senator in such an enthusiastic manner. After much contemplation I've decided perhaps the powers at be are considering all new methods of tapping into audiences who - through careful gmail account monitoring - were discovered to not be paying the appropriate amount of attention to the current political derby.

Well sir, all I can say is this -
message received.