Breakfast in Bed...with Barack!

Unfortunately, no sex was involved. I was a friend of the Obama's and Barack and I were just kickin' it, clothes on, on top of the covers, in a waterbed (as is customary, I suppose) watching TV. There was a box of Fruity Pebbles on the nightstand. It tumbled over and, like, waves of Fruity Pebbles were pouring out so we started "splashing" Fruity Pebbles on each other.Then we just started burying ourselves up to the neck with the stuff. I jokingly asked him if he had hired help to clean it up. He said, "Yeah- I could call Lauren. Hahaha! She wears too much mascara."
The End.
Fucking bizarre.