I don't know about you, but I think these guys are the dream team for the next big election in the States. Do you think they want the job>
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5 comments:
abso fuckin lutely!!!
Why not? Couldn't do a worse job.
:P
I hunno. I'm a little skittish about a Scientologist in the Oval Office. Samuel Jackson, on the other hand, I could vote for.
Any of you fuckin´ pricks move and I´ll execute every motherfucking last one of you
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