Barack was speechless. "Wha- wha- how do I repay you?" I stood with my chest high and defiant, and said, "How about a game of mini-golf tomorrow, Mr Pres.?" "We have a deal," Barack said as he stuck out his hand. I shook my head in disgust. "Oh, sorry, I forget you have little T-Rex arms. Tee hee!" he said, as he skipped away like a rich little girl after getting exactly 172 presents on her birthday, like she asked for. But then she starts crying, because she suddenly remembers she asked for 173, not 172. "UGH!!" she screams at her parents, starting to throw a fit. "It's all right, sweetie, will get you another iPhone 6 with a pure diamond case," they say lovingly, even though they hate her, and think she's a little bitc- oh, sorry for getting so off topic. Anyway, I am looking foward to mini-golf tomorrow. I hope I win, or Barack won't shut up about it. You would think with a wife like Michelle Obama he would have some good sportsmanship. But no, he is a spoiled brat when it comes down to it. Please, please, please, let my golf game be on tomorrow! Wait, what am I saying, I'm always a baller.
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RandomUniammechicamesnakesaurusrex (pronounced unihammechicamesnakesaurusrex) was a bodygaurd for Barack Obama. Standing at 3 inches tall, and weighing 14 pounds, he is the ideal size for a bodyguard. He and Barack were great friends. They were such good...
