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15 November 2007
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Him and Grandpa Fred both.
Posted by: Frederick | 15 November 2007 at 12:07
The best characterization of the latter-day Broderella when he gets going on the Clintons is Brad's stanza in "Rose Tint My World" from Rocky Horror.
It's beyond me,
help me mommy
I'll be good, you'll see
take these dreams away
what's this?
let's see...
I feel sexy
what's come over me?
whoo! here it comes again
Posted by: JP Stormcrow | 15 November 2007 at 21:50