I’m going to carve “I used this. Barack Hussein Obama.” on a dildo and bury it in DC somewhere. In a thousand years, some archeologist will uncover it and say, without a shadow of a doubt, it was his.
I’ll do the same with a jock strap and sign his wife’s name.
In the age of Obama the name of Pericles is thrust into the public discussion from dusty corners of the distant path. Regardless of whether or not this was “the” Pericles, just more evidence that G*d works in mysterious ways. A drunk Pericles was worth more than Obama’s whole administration.
LMAO!