Feeds:The Saturday after Ash Wednesday
Remember that time I dreamed I was running for president? No? Well I do. I went door to door handing out cigarettes. Well, I don't really remember hiring him, but I just dreamed that my campaign manager got back to me with some sweet campaign materials. There were individually-wrapped cigarettes with my name and platform printed on them, and the same thing with gum for the non-smokers. There were also some real hep T-shirts. The sight of it made me want to actually run for office, I tell ya.
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