when i was younger i used to shove sand up

when i was younger i used to shove sand up my nose and snails in my ears. what do you expect? i was raised by a family of

caveman. They didn't know any better and probably just thought it was normal behaviour. People looked at me oddly but I've grown out of that. As I said, that's when I was younger.

Now I shove rocks in my nose and tadpoles in my ears. I love how it feels. I don't know, maybe i'm just

different. I find extremely far fetched with my unsual turn ons? Maybe I'll go make a cake, mud cake sounds devine.

Just imagining those nuts and cream, that cookie crust and creamy, chocolatey goodness makes me hungry. Then I'll wash it down with a Mudslide & indulge in some minor mudslinging.

that claimed to be real fruit. I am Bill Clinton. I love dessert, a hefty buzz, loose women. I could talk the hide off a cow. This is my story:

It was not long after they'd shot JFK that the Clintons started to make a name for themselves. After a couple of decent summers, young

Bubba, pug nosed and freckle faced flew out over the Potomac in a tyre swing wearing nothing but his birthday suit when Bill Sr. said "It's time you ran for County fair

Commissioner and judge yodeling or husband calling contests!" The hog calling contests were another gig Bubba could do easily. His wife said go ahead, I dare you to do a real job!"