The Deep Thoughts of Tom DeLay...
"Must...hold...smile...look sincere..."
"Muscles...so...tight...so...unnatural"
"Must...look...like...nice guy."
And now the thoughts of his wife...
"He's touching me! Dear God he is touching me! I can still smell Abramoff's English Leather. Must keep lunch down! Bargain broken."
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