Jimmy Carter lusted in his heart. I lust in my heart. Why is it that a couple of swell lookers such as Jimmy and myself should have to suffer the tortures of the damned? I called him and asked if he was still lusting in his heart. He said, “yup.” He came over and we held hands and listened to Steely Dan’s greatest hits. Then we started lusting in our stomachs and went to I-Hop. The waitress was not amused by our winks and giggles.
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