Posted by pancho from customer-148-233-71-122.uninet.net.mx (22.214.171.124) on Tuesday, February 11, 2003 at 8:11PM :
I met Powell the other day out walking with his wife. I excused myself, introduced myself and ventured to tell the man that I didnīt think he liked me. He said that was absurd, heīd never met me before...and didnīt know what I could have done to earn his dislike. I insisted that I was sure he didnīt care for me one bit and it was all he could do to keep his hands from off my throat that very minute.
He smiled politely...people were watching us, and gently steered his lovely wife past me. As they went around I reached out and tripped her up...jumped on her, ripped off her dress and crammed my foot up her arse while overhead spy planes and drones dove at us and a gang of inspectors came round the corner in pretty blue helmets and proceeded to run their hands over Mrs. Powellīs boobs.
Recovering from shock, the Secretary grabbed me by the throat and was all for squeezing the life out of me...He was barely prevented from doing so by security guards and as I was being led away in cuffs I yelled back that Iīd said Iīd always known he hated me...and this behavior of his had just confirmed it.
I donīt think heīll ever like me.
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