‘Today, for the first time, Barack sat on the edge of the bed - dressed - blue jeans and luscious ladies on his chest (a comfy T-shirt depicting buxom women) the end of the front section of the Sunday Times in his hand, looking out the window, and the quality of light reflected from his eyes, windows of the soul, heart, and mind, was so clear, so unmasked, his eyes narrower than he usually holds them looking out the window, usually too aware of me.’
Black Barack was bidding a sad adieu to White Barry—alack and alas!—and intently searching the skies for lithe unicorns prancing on sparkling rainbows: white dappled, skittles sh!tting, My Pretty Pony unicorns.
And looking forward to slipping the beard and getting boned later in the evening. Robin Redbreast in a cage! It puts all of Heaven in a rage. Ah sweet prince ..... we knew you all too well.
Has any normal man worn a tee shirt with a picture of “buxom women” on it?
These letters are total BS lies written recently. There is not a doubt about it.