Hey bungalow bill, who did you drill, who did you do? Hey, bungalow bill, was she good, like umm, your wife? or better? worse or better than your wife?
Adultry aside, I have shocking, earth shattering bone chilling, spine tingling, finger throbbing, vein pulsing news.
I successfully extracted one document. Namely a transcript of a call to Monica Lewinsky's apartment the night before the story broke.
I shall now trascribe it to you, ommiting several key names for reasons of legality and not wanting to wake up with a cia bullet in my nuts.
----
BILL:Err, Hi? That you mon?
MONICA:Sup bill.
BILL:Oh nothing. nothing much. Ummm...say....about that...
MONICA:Do I see a ring on my finger? You DO NOT OWN ME!
BILL:Hehehe! darling. Now I'm the leader of the free world. you're a part of the free world. that means I own you.
MONICA:It means the opposite actually, but nice try, my slick dick friend.
BILL:Oh sure, play the victim Mrs "I can do things to do. Strange and exciting things." And blame me!
MONICA:Do i SEE A RING ON THIS FINGER?
BILL:Not this again....
MONICA: What did <CENSORED TO PREVENT IDENTITY REVEAL> Clinton say to you?
BILL:Oh don't bring my wife into it.
MONICA:And that dick <CENSORED FIRST NAME, ADMITTENLY RATHER REDUNDENTLY> channey have to say?
BILL:Three thumbs up.
MONICA:Three? Oh...cute.
BILL:You see we can't stay mad at each other.
MONICA:Oh no? Turn on the news tomorrow. you may be on it.
BILL:I'm on the news everynight. Hello? President of the free world? Anyone? President? No one?
MONICA:I mean extra long reports. real dirty shit bill.
BILL:You wouldn't!
MONICA:Your wife is gonna stewer your balls my friend.
BILL: *coughing* *whizzing* Call....9....1.....*thud*
MONICA:Err Bill? Hello? Bill?
BILL:Got ya! HAH! See we love each other.
MONICA:HALF!!!!
BILL:ARHGHGHGHGH! DAMN YOU EDDIE MURPHEY, DAMN YOU EDDIE MURPHEY TO HELL!
And yes, this blog had more spelling mistakes than a chimpanzes dairy, but know this. i don't care. so you shouldn't either :) lol
