empty's made up crack report
so I was chillin' out on broadway, downtown kansas city, just smokeing a cig and checkin' out one of the mickey mouse statues, when this limo pulls up, and who would have thought, it's the fuckin' shrub himself, George Walker Bush. This is the truth, bush in a limo, right there, no secret service, just a typical limo, I guess he was cruiseing KC incognito after chowing on some barbeque. Anyway, the window on the back of the limo comes down, and there is the shrub himself, and he starts talkin in his texas drawl. The exact words are not importan, but basically, the shrub want's a rim job, by me! I'm a guy, but he don't care, actually, I think he prefers it this way, anyway, he tells me he's not gonna give me any cash, but he'll smoke some killer crack with me if I go down on him. Now, before this, I've never done crack, but i've been curious, and the prospect of smokeing a rock with the commander in chief himself is too much for me to pass up, so I decide, "what the hell, why not?" So I get into the limo with the shrub, and he wants to do this whole deal in the back seat where we are, so he does not need to get out and risk being seen. I figured this made sense, so I was all for it. He had some excellent champaign, and let me drink a few glasses as we cruised around KC so I could better get into the mood. (I'm not much of a cock sucker, if you know what I mean, this was a rare exception, but I really had to get drunk first) So after a few glasses of the bubbly the shrub whips it out, stop here, you need to understand, I've not seen a lot of dicks up close and personal, but I have a good idea of what the average size is, so keeping this in mind, you will understand how I busted a gut laughing at this sad excuss for a pecker, it was barley bigger than my thumb, erect! I'd say two and a half inches, tops, no exaderation. This guy is hung like pigeon. Mabey thats why he's so power hungry. Anyway, I'm drunk, and want some crack by this point, so I take the dive, not three seconds after rimming his mini dick he blows it. How weak. He could'nt last more than a few seconds, I barley made a move, he felt my mouth and blew his shit, perv. Did'nt even warn me either, so I thanked him by spiting it in his face. He was so euphoric he could hardly tell, he actually ran his finger through it and put the shit in his mouth, sick bastard. So he put it away, and pulled out his light bulb. I figured a presidential crack pipe would be more elegant than this, but no, a simple jerry riged light bulb was what we used.
To the poin of the story.
Being the ass he was, he hit the shit first, he took four pulls off the "pipe" before he handed it over, obviousley new what he was doing, too. He leaned back and said something I thought wa strange, he goes "Thats what I'm talkin about, who's your daddy, blair? who's your daddy? I made a point to not think too much about this, and took my bic and lit the bulb, as the vapors rose I wondered If I had gone too far, and If I was comprimiseing my soul by doing this, then I noticed the bulb was full and ready to hit, ,so I thought, "fuck al that, I'm gonna get high!" So I take a long, deep drag from the bulb, It hits me instantley, before I'm done inhaling I can feel the effects of this glorious drug, CRACK! Please note, i've never done this before, this was my first crack experience. Back to the story, a smile is spreading uncontrollably across my face already, i'm blissed after one hit, I look to the shrub, and while he still looks exactly like he always does, I can't help but precieve him as pop 'n fresh! I poke him in the gut, he gets pissed, and tells me to settle down and take another hit, so I do ,I pull another huge rip, let it out, and take yet another. By the last hit I am so ripped I can no longer hold the bulb, so I drop it on G-dub's lap. he smacks me in the head, but I dont feel it, I think he is trying to hug me. So I try to say "I already gave you your lovin, bitch!" but all that comes out is, I allllllllhighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!11. At this point I'm falling back into the seat continously, it's a free fall into the back seat, and it's consuming me, but I am ok with this, I actually enjoy it quite a bit. The top of the seat consumes be, and everything is dark, I think I've died, but I'm so consumed with bliss I could care less. I've gone to heaven. I am happy.
Next thing I know we are pulled over to the side of the road in the middle of I have no idea where and the shrub and his driver are slapping my face, telling me to snap out of it and wake the fuck up! I come to, and instinctivley get out of the limo, still a little buzzed, but more or less, fine. The shrub spits in my direction, calls me a piece of shit low-life, gets back in his limo, and they drive away,. leaving me there at who knows where. To make this long story shorter, It was the middle of the night, so I passed out in the grass, woke up as the sun was rising, kicked out a thumb, and after a couple hours of hitching, feeling like shit with no water, caught a ride back into KC.
In retrospect, I would say smokeing crack is not worth the trouble, it is short lived and causes you to do stupid shit you would never do otherwise. My first and last crack experience was interesting to say the least, and I DID enjoy it, but it was not worth it, and I think crack is far too dangereous to be used recreationally.
Learn from my mistakes, NEVER SUCK COCK FOR CRACK!
It's a mistake you will certainly regret, friends 
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