385 – unmarketable

“You forgot one thing, Madame President”, said Sex Broodington. “What?” the President exhaled huskily, entranced by his brooding sexiness. “I am sexy”, he whispered through his fangs. Broodingly.

I can’t help it, okay?

Every time I try to write about global politics, this stuff comes out instead!

If anybody in the world LIKED this sort of thing, I’d be rich by now.