TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

Monologues

Monica Lewinsky, a Young Intern to the Presidential Campaign Washington, D.C., 20th Century Your esteemed dick, Mister President, is absolutely stunning. Don’t take me wrong, but consider this: I’m touching the sacred power of my homeland, the world’s greatest, most prominent. In kindergarten, my mom already told me: Monica, you were born for greatness! Don’t take me wrong, Sir, but your cock is phenomenal! Majestic, well hung, furiously rising, a pure throbbing power! With a tender skin, quivering, so vulnerable in its prowess. My breasts, bursting with patriotic ardor: I’d give my life to liberate it, to set it free! I’m on the verge of bursting into tears. Just like on my first day of school, when they raised the American flag. All my past, my unhappy mother, my father abandoning us, me, unable to jump over the jump rope in the courtyard —all of these has melted away, vanished in one fantastic vision: to serve God and my country!

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