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Lorr47 -> RE: Palin to resign as governor (7/12/2009 5:25:37 PM)
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ORIGINAL: LookieNoNookie
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ORIGINAL: PeterJay
But lets not forget, she can see Russia. Well, if she can see Russia, they can see us.
And, that she's hot.
Hot, oh lets give it a try:
From her perch on the escarpment a/k/a the Ole Bat Cave The Palin watched for signs of activity on the Russian front. Why the window was facing towards Texas eluded even her, but nevertheless The Palin was dressed as always in only black thigh highs, a lacy garter belt and a transparent bra. The Palin was shaved in order to allow her to squeeze out of tight spots and to cut down on wind resistance as she ran backwards and to the right. The Palin wore seven inch spiked heals for offensive purposes.
Suddenly, The Palin reached down and threw a switch that sent an electric shock in the wiring on the escarpment killing various types of birds and other defenseless animals....groan…groan…orgasm.
Hark! Are those Ruskies loading into kayaks and rowing across the Straight? The Palin started running in her stilettos toward the exit. As the outside air hit The Palin’s nether regions she realized how cold she was. The Palin commented “I had better watch out for the cold, no yellow snow today. The party will just have to go without a shipment for awhile.”
“Ah, the first test of the day;” jumping ten feet from the ledge to her specially equipped snow machine. Suddenly, The Palin was in mid air grabbing her street sweeper, her automatic shotgun, as she hurtled towards her specially equipped snow machine. The seat to the machine had been modified with two dildos and landing must be exact. "Yahooo eee." The Palin was a fraction off mark and made a mental note to use a larger dildo in the morning for gapping purposes. Once the rear dildo became seated, it electronically sensed whether The Palin was an authorized user. The dash quickly flashed “Grade A Bullshit” and authorized starting.
Since The Palin used one hand to operate her shotgun and the other to steer her snow machine, the front dildo was wired to control starting and shifting. The Palin had to make a tremendous pelvic thrust to start the machine. It usually required no less than five gigantic pelvic thrusts on the front dildo to get the machine started. The Palin could never understand why the electric start feature never worked and why she always had to sit there humping her machine. The man of Steele always stood close by smiling.
The Palin shifted the machine by rotating her hips and thrusting: sort of like using a hula hoop only with constant thrusts. The clutch was engaged by sitting down hard on the rear dildo. The Palin often felt that it must be easier to speak in complete sentences than operate her snow machine but Rush always said no. The Palin yearned for the days when a pole and a supply of prophylactics were the only props she needed to get the job done.
The Palin appeared to be heading in the wrong direction on her snow machine. She was constantly veering right to run over specs in the snow. Suddenly The Palin stopped…groan….groan …..orgasm. “That is a new record. I just maimed fifteen baby rabbits in five minutes.” Further up the coast The Palin used her street sweeper to down several eagles commenting that she would soon single-handily place them back on the endangered species list. Groan….groan…orgasm.
Eventually The Palin arrived at the coast. Nothing was there; not even one Rusky. The Palin fell to her hands and knees with her ample ass high in the air looking for spore. Suddenly, The Palin had a tremendous feeling of impending doom; almost as frightening as when she resigned as governor fearing impalement of another kind. Looking over her shoulder she saw a huge polar bear about ready to mount her. The Palin rolled over and struck the bear’s gorged member with her stiletto. The bear roared and ran off. The Palin commented “I have told them over and over, I only do bears on Sundays.”
Eventually The Palin returned to her lair walking bowlegged to the door. The young boy wondered why The Palin walked with only a right cheek wiggle when she walked. As The Palin passed a dispenser that sold paper bags at the entrance to her bedroom she sighed. The dispenser was empty. It was going to be a busy night.
After all had left, a rock moved and the man of Steele slithered out. First he looked around to insure that all had left. Then, he sniffed the snow machine’s seat. Checking again, the man of Steele used a washcloth to clean the seat. Smelling the washcloth he uttered “Ah the essence of The Palin. The faithful will pay me handsomely for this essence.”
Thus ends a day in The Palin land.
NEXT CHAPTER: The man of Steele is caught licking The Palin’s seat and is sued by the republican national committee for not forwarding all wash cloths.
Hot? I think I would just buy a bag at the entrance to her bedroom and put it over her head. As for the 100% of the males on the site who said that they would not have sex with The Palin, it has been my experience that if it wears a skirt, you will try.
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