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He remembered it vividly. There he was, chest pains squeezing his lungs, and fear in his eyes. His wife, Hillary, by his side, he looked at her for comfort. “It’s alright Bill,” she said, soothlingly. She finally had her opportunity. Doctors had developed a device, highly secret and only available to those in the highest of positions at this time, which regulates the flow of testosterone with the aid of an external remote, rendering the process of male excitement completely controlable.
Now, almost a year after the procedure, the former President was struck by the paralyzing thought that normally attacks men on their wedding night: How could he have possibly known that, on that warm day in 1995, it was, in fact, the last blow job he would ever have.
God Dylan, how are we supposed to compete with that?
That’s not so much a caption as an “extended description.”
And yeah, there’s no way we can compete with that. I was going to say something about the hot pink shirt, but now it’ll just be lame.
C’mon, ya’ll ought to be able to come up with something. Looks to me like he just shit his Depends.
This is what happens when the wife works and the husband stays home doing the laundry.
ehh…ehh? ehh..? (prod elbow into your ribs)
Sorry if I ruined the fun… I was a little stoned…
It was at that moment the President realized that he’d already used his last cigar earlier that day…
“Oh well,” he thought, “She was worth it.”
HA! Nice one, Joseph! That actually followed Dylan’s verbose, drug-induced rambling quite well!
And no I don’t have a caption to offer. Rusty I know you will be all disappointed, but hey, I told you last time that I suck at caption contests.
Nice customization of the template Bobby!
thanks rusty!
I feel guilty that i’m using your template for my site, but I promise i’ll switch it once I figure out how to make my own.
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