Send Us Your Hottest Bush-Obama Fanfic

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11/11/2008 11:30 AM |

They meet. They reach out, tentatively.

They linger while their wives go on ahead.

“Do you think it’s safe? Can anyone see us?”

They rush in through the side door.

The end.

(I feel like the Barbie doll scene in Velvet Goldmine, awesome.)

Thanks, New York, for putting most of these photos in one place.

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