obama legings 2: obama pants

chapter 1: no more legings

ive been thinkin' - obama, today at 4:33 pm.

you: "what's up babe"

obama: ....i want to sell pants instead of legings

you: !!!!!

but why, obammy?

ob: i'm all grown up, i should be selling pants

you throw out all the legings in the store, crying. your tears make all the pants turn a shade darker. because of this you lose $5,0000. 

"grrr hiss snarl" you hear.

"obama? are you turning? but it's not even a full moon!"

obama is indeed turning. fur grows out of his nostrils and between his toes. he rips up all the clothes.

uh oh, you say. i think you're malfunctioning.