The Republican Senator and His Mistress…
“Don’t worry, baby: it happens to all men, sometimes…”
“It’s all Donald Trump’s fault…”
“Donald Trump is keeping you from getting an erection? I don’t get it…”
“He’s got the people all riled up. They’re expecting big things to get done. I don’t DO ‘big things’: I just try to keep my head down, mostly.”
“Maybe now is the time to start doing ‘big things’, baby…”
“I got Trump on one side, the New York Times and the Media on the other: they are killing my cock.”
“Baby, they can only kill your cock if you LET them kill your cock.”
“I even tried to masturbate to some underage porn I got from that FBI Investigation, and nothing works…”
“You want me to put my hair in pigtails again? Will that help? I still have the lollipops…”
“It doesn’t matter. I mean, why couldn’t the people have elected Hillary? Then I could just pretend to be principled, no one would expect me to actually accomplish anything…”
“So you are saying your cock would work if only Hillary had been elected? Hillary held the power to your cock? Do you not see what you are doing to yourself…?”
“My Soul is in torment…”
“You have to make a stand, baby. It’s time for you to reclaim your cock — all magnificent four inches of it…”
“That’s pretty big, right? Tell me that’s pretty big…”
“Baby, it’s huuuuuuuge….”
“Was that a Trump joke? Are you mocking me…?”
“Baby, I’ll take a hard four inches over a flaccid nine inches, always…”
“You always say the right thing.”
“Do it, baby: do what the People elected you to do. Take back your cock.”
“Okay, okay…”
“And I’m almost out of spending money: you’ll take care of that, right…?”
I am Laslo.
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