even as he f's up health care there's still hope...

the russkie ignores the gentle hand placed as calm warning on the pilled wool of his shoulder and continues to offer a few off-brand aspirin to the the nude savior as he rides a mythical beast, sword raised in juridical prudence, and as the capitol crumbles in the hazy distance Dr. House wonders about the placement the horn in relation to obama's junk. he might approve.

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blogmother said…
yes, I spit out coffee - this is a brilliant find.