Hillary Clinton giggled, "Like this?" and

Hillary Clinton giggled, "Like this?" and the Greek club owner nodded. She threw a pink plate against the floor and it shattered. She slugged back Ouzo and ankle-smashed a plate
with gusto. She was getting the hang of this and began to imagine the restaurant plates were political figures with whom she'd clashed, as her previously jovial mood turned into
glee. She was married. And to another Greek person! She shattered plate after plate to the boisterous cheers of her family and friends. Opah! The ouzo began to flow again as the
spectators danced around the fire. "delta" they cried because they were all too drunk to recognize their native tounges. Hang in there, Fred, said fred's
chauffeur, "I know of a secret place, where we can escape this madness", Fred looked up to him, "what are you saying?" he asked, "I love you Fred" and Fred's chauffeur lifted him
off the ground and held him. With tears streaming down his face he cried "It feels so good to finally say it". Fred eased himself out of his chauffeur's grip with a sigh and said
"I know you find me repulsive, I find me repulsive. But through all my broken relationships, you're the only one who's been there for me." For once, Fred's driver was speechless.
He'd always kept a professional demeanor with his Employer which helped suppress a latent revulsion over his appearance. Despite the Elephantiatis he couldn't deny that Fred
was absolutely gorgeous from the waist up. Greek-god-gorgeous, in fact. It was a shame elephantiasis had affected his poor boss Fred. He wondered if Fred were married and if so,
what she thought about his Phantom of the Opera mask in bed. But he was the boss, and therefore this topic couldn't be addressed at happy hour. They gave him a beer and a straw.

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