So, when Sarah Palin came to my town in Alaska to send her son off to the Marines, she came back to my town to eat at a local breakfast joint. So, I was lucky enough to be in there sipping my coffee and reading The New Yorker when all of a sudden she came in and sat next to me. I was like "OMG ur that hot librarian lady rightt?" She said no. Then I was like "OMG ur John McCain's bitch!" And she was like ya. Then she asked if she wanted her to suck my cock. I was like hell yea. Then in a cliche, she took out her hair-tie and waved her hair all over the place, then she deepthroated that shit like there was no tomorrow right in the middle of the breakfast place. Then I came all over a girl's pancakes. I laughed and flew out the escape chute. And that is my story of how I met Sarah Palin.
GoldenPickaxe
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ThePegster
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