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snailman Schrieb:
TintenBlut Schrieb:
ICH WEINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ECHTE TRÄNEN
SAVE ME FROM MYSELF
Obama dialed the number from his memory, his fingers moving without thought. After all, he had called it every day for the past four years straight.
As the dial tone rang, he waited with baited breath. It was silly, of course. He did so every time despite the same results. Yet, he could never get over the butterflies in his stomach.
“Hello?” the thick Russian droned.
“Vlad?” Obama whispered. “It’s me.”
“I know,” he chuckled. “Who else would be as hushed as a naughty child.”
Obama tried to reciprocate his laugh but it fell flat. It was always sounded that way when he spoke to him.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He paused. “How have you been?”
“Fantastic,” Putin responded. “And you?”
Obama glanced at the door. Then he peeked out the window, just to make sure no one was recording him. He had to be vigilant at all times.
“The First Lady is being a bitch, as always,” he sighed. “I can’t wait until we can finally be together.”
“You should divorce her,” Putin suggested. “I did with my she-devil. Best decision in my life.”
Obama shook his head. He cursed himself when he remembered he couldn’t see him.
“It’s not that easy. The Republicans are already up my ass about every little thing. The last thing I need is a divorce scandal.”
“I’d like to be up your ass.”
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ICH WEINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ECHTE TRÄNEN
SAVE ME FROM MYSELF
Obama dialed the number from his memory, his fingers moving without thought. After all, he had called it every day for the past four years straight.
As the dial tone rang, he waited with baited breath. It was silly, of course. He did so every time despite the same results. Yet, he could never get over the butterflies in his stomach.
“Hello?” the thick Russian droned.
“Vlad?” Obama whispered. “It’s me.”
“I know,” he chuckled. “Who else would be as hushed as a naughty child.”
Obama tried to reciprocate his laugh but it fell flat. It was always sounded that way when he spoke to him.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He paused. “How have you been?”
“Fantastic,” Putin responded. “And you?”
Obama glanced at the door. Then he peeked out the window, just to make sure no one was recording him. He had to be vigilant at all times.
“The First Lady is being a bitch, as always,” he sighed. “I can’t wait until we can finally be together.”
“You should divorce her,” Putin suggested. “I did with my she-devil. Best decision in my life.”
Obama shook his head. He cursed himself when he remembered he couldn’t see him.
“It’s not that easy. The Republicans are already up my ass about every little thing. The last thing I need is a divorce scandal.”
“I’d like to be up your ass.”
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