520. Perfection


Clinton was the perfect kid. He was eleven. You know how eleven year olds can be perfect?

They’re helpful and polite. The ones where the hormones haven’t hit yet. What a joy they can be!

Clinton was like that.

Well, he was like that until he grew into the shit-faced fucking arsehole he is today.

Please feel free to spout, tout, flout, sprout, pout, or simply say something sensible

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