Yeah, I still have a bunch of the money the KGB paid me to march in anti-war protests. The Republicans are supposed to be all in favor of personal enterprise and such, but those cheap bastards never offered a tenth of the bribes that the KGB mustered.
Plus, the KGB always had the best Cuban Cigars, the best dope and hookers from Southeast Asia, and obviously the best Vodka. They even had all the bootleg James Taylor albums. Oh, man, how we anti-war guys used to party with the KGB. We'd all be sitting around, singing "Fire and Rain" (the KGB's favorite song) with the spook Colonels, drinking their vodka, and planning the political demise of that valiant American patriot, Richard Nixon.
Man, that was cool when we hippies and Russkies broke into DNC headquarters and made it look like Nixon's CREEP dudes did it. Man we were shiatfaced that night. But afterwards, oh, how we laughed that deep, hearty laugh that comes up only from the chests of the truly wicked.
Good times. Good times.
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