First, I would like to point out that I am the only person I know who actually sorta digs Rick Astley. Seriously, I'm always kind of tickled when I get rick-rolled. (My friends won't be surprised to hear that. They've spent years trying to get me to confess that my owning CDs of three different productions of Jesus Christ Superstar, as well as two Celine Dion CDs that are entirely in French, which I neither speak nor remotely understand, is a big practical joke.)
Second, it goes without saying that I digs me some Obama. So, um, dag.
I know, he looks a little stiff. But watch those hips. You just know that once he's got a couple martinis in him, he trips the light FANTASTIC.
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