“the discount president”

With the century’s most important election almost upon us, a renegade outsider maverick enters the race at the last moment with a sweeping vision for the future of America. And his iPod.

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  1. Well, Mr. Tom Slingdog, you had me’a wrapped round your little pinky finger; I was sittin’ a’here listnin’ to ya tell ’em like it is, liked your hair, well mannered fella, and then ya started spoutin’ off ’bout some ridiculous notion of men suckin’ one anothers peckers! Well, that’s where ya lost me sir. That there is just crossin’ the line…no sir, won’t be travelin’ down them roads wit’ya. Sorry. Good day.

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