Check out I. Fester Auspice's "Memories of the Gipper" ///Too funny///

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Memories Of The Gipper
by: I. Fester Auspice, Former Reagan White House Staffer, Poet Laureate

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"I. Fester, psst! Hey, over here!" President Reagan called out one day as I was walking alone out in the Rose Garden of the White House. I turned to see where he was, but couldn't find him. "Hey, over here!" He said once more. I then eyed him as he squatted near some greenery in the Rose Garden. His pants were down around his ankles, as he squatted in the lush green grass. "I. Fester, there is nothing quite like freedom!" He said with a laugh as his brown package hit the ground. He laughed that Reagan laugh, and he stood up without wiping and adjusted his pants and walked back inside. I often think of that day. The Rose Garden's beauty, the green grass, Reagan dropping his version of freedom upon that green grass. I know now that he was trying to show me that some people just don't give a shit about freedom, but despite the obstacles, freedom is worth the price we have to pay to obtain it!

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LMAO

see also I. Fester's day in court:
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1. Justice And Love Go Awry!

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by: I. Fester Auspice, Former Reagan White House Staffer, Poet Laureate
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While the two lawyers were arguing their positions over whether I should be taken off house arrest, I looked over at the court reporter. "Not, a bad looking lady," I said to myself as I admired her choice in attire. She had on a gray suit coat with a fluffy ruffled blouse of white. Her skirt was also gray and ran to the top of her knees. The skirt had a slit up the sides, to which revealed that she was wearing stockings and a garter. I watched as she crossed those stocking clad legs of hers. The Judge was talking, but I was watching the court reporter maneuver her stocking clad legs, which opened up the possibilities that face every man now and then. I saw, with my eyes wide open, all of the wonders of the court reporter and that she wore no panties!

The damn Clinton appointed liberal Judge brought forth the charges. I sat patiently in my chair admiring the lovely gray suited court reporter. The Judge went on and on about indecent and illicit activities. I began to wonder how in the world they could make me out to be such a pervert. I am a conservative republican. I served in the White House on President Ronald Wilson Reagan’s staff. How can I be anything but a man of morals, values, honesty, and integrity? At that moment, the court reporter uncrossed her legs and unknowingly, her muff winked at me. "Old I. Fester has made a new friend, " I thought to myself.

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2. plus a cartoon

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3. I think I've managed to offend everyone with this one...

finally

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4. Die thread

die!



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