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I deem myself “fit” by every standard. I was instructed by a superior to ‘do as I deem fit.’ What makes it so difficult is finding somebody superior to me. Looking around, I’m surrounded by slovenly unkempt inferiors. Disheveled, slothlike hangers-on. I have the Best words, if not the best Support. Maybe cuz I can't find my underpants! I also have the best judgement and deemed myself fit cuz I can do up to five sit-ups while still sitting down. I amaze myself & I’ve seen & done it all.
I can’t believe it! Even after I deemed myself fit, there are the haters who question if I’m fit for this office. Bad people! First off, it’s an Oval office; tailor-made for me & mine. My gut feeling is Yuuuge!! It’s like they built the office around me. Like those ships in a bottle. I’m a perfect fit. Maybe not perfect; there’s a coupla things missing. Credibility. Stability. A few Jokers shy of a full deck. A few shingles missing on a hot tin roof.
Umm, what else is missing? Loyalty. I need men who are willing to go down... go down with the ship with me. I told an intern I ship out tomorrow, but she still wouldn’t put out! Or go down. Not sure if they’re ‘with me?’ Then there’s the missing strawberries. I Miss my strawberries!! Fake news by the enemy crew! Can't tolerate disloyal mutineers!! Fake or not!
They’re out to get me! All in collusion with my Russky hacks, Boris & Natasha! They’re whispering. Speak up, Dammit!! I can’t make heads or tails of it all. I’m flipping. Flipping!! Saturday Night Live IS naming names & some of em are mine! SNL is mean to me. Note to self. Stop watching. But then, how will I know if they’re talkin bout me? How will I know what they’re sayin bout me? I'm unraveling like one of my socks when I pull that string. I HAVE to pull the strings!! Must Pull the strings!! I have a craving for some midnight strawberries, but the rash... rash judgement could cost me the aggressively stupid vote.
Losing my grip, but still fingering my steel balls! My fortitude is Amazing!! Yet they say I'm unhinged. Unhinged like a broken screen door. Still don't like McCain. He's dead to me. I like heroes who can fog up a pocket mirror. Still trying to get the Walking Dead vote to more rallies! They're moving on up!
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By Joe Strecker ProductionsI deem myself “fit” by every standard. I was instructed by a superior to ‘do as I deem fit.’ What makes it so difficult is finding somebody superior to me. Looking around, I’m surrounded by slovenly unkempt inferiors. Disheveled, slothlike hangers-on. I have the Best words, if not the best Support. Maybe cuz I can't find my underpants! I also have the best judgement and deemed myself fit cuz I can do up to five sit-ups while still sitting down. I amaze myself & I’ve seen & done it all.
I can’t believe it! Even after I deemed myself fit, there are the haters who question if I’m fit for this office. Bad people! First off, it’s an Oval office; tailor-made for me & mine. My gut feeling is Yuuuge!! It’s like they built the office around me. Like those ships in a bottle. I’m a perfect fit. Maybe not perfect; there’s a coupla things missing. Credibility. Stability. A few Jokers shy of a full deck. A few shingles missing on a hot tin roof.
Umm, what else is missing? Loyalty. I need men who are willing to go down... go down with the ship with me. I told an intern I ship out tomorrow, but she still wouldn’t put out! Or go down. Not sure if they’re ‘with me?’ Then there’s the missing strawberries. I Miss my strawberries!! Fake news by the enemy crew! Can't tolerate disloyal mutineers!! Fake or not!
They’re out to get me! All in collusion with my Russky hacks, Boris & Natasha! They’re whispering. Speak up, Dammit!! I can’t make heads or tails of it all. I’m flipping. Flipping!! Saturday Night Live IS naming names & some of em are mine! SNL is mean to me. Note to self. Stop watching. But then, how will I know if they’re talkin bout me? How will I know what they’re sayin bout me? I'm unraveling like one of my socks when I pull that string. I HAVE to pull the strings!! Must Pull the strings!! I have a craving for some midnight strawberries, but the rash... rash judgement could cost me the aggressively stupid vote.
Losing my grip, but still fingering my steel balls! My fortitude is Amazing!! Yet they say I'm unhinged. Unhinged like a broken screen door. Still don't like McCain. He's dead to me. I like heroes who can fog up a pocket mirror. Still trying to get the Walking Dead vote to more rallies! They're moving on up!