"Hillary...?"
"Oh, no. Huma: this isn't about me lying again, is it?"
"Well, I just had question."
"Go ahead and ask."
"When I -- you know -- put the cucumbers up your ass, do you sometimes fake the orgasm?"
"Not if I'm drunk."
"But you're always drunk."
"So I think I answered your question."
"Then you DO have an orgasm when I put the cucumbers in your ass?"
"Sometimes, yes. Sometimes, though, it seems more like little seizures, like there is a blood clot in my brain."
"I worry about that, Hillary. Sometimes I worry that I'll have a cucumber in your ass and then you'll have a stroke and die. With the cucumber in our ass."
"And if that happens, Huma?"
"First I remove the cucumber, then I eat it to destroy the evidence."
"Good Girl, Huma! That's the kind of support I expect from you."
"Thank you, Hillary!"
"And what were my last words, Huma?"
"I have lived my Life only to help the American People."
"Good, good. Even if I have to die, I'll force those fuckers to finally love me..."
I am Laslo.
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