I am in Paradise. Every day I cavort with hot virgins.
How did I get here? I hijacked an airliner and flew it into the back of the American President's head.
(As you should know, Bush's head had grown very very large.)
I was killed, although the fuselage emerged mostly intact.
The best thing about Paradise is not the sex. It's seeing what I did to Dubya's face.
The challenge was to take the top 3
emailed photos on yahoo and create a hopefully amusing story about
the sequence. I reserve the right to refuse a disturbing picture, this includes any pictures of celine dion.
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