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Originally posted by Spanky
I can't help it - but here I go bragging again. But I was sitting next to James Carville when he found out about Monica Lewinsky. It was really bizarre. I was in Jerry's Famous Deli right next to the Beverly Center in LA and was at the counter waiting for some friends. And two stools down, James Carville comes up to the counter. It was weird because he was clearly out jogging. He was in a jobbing outfit and was sweating all over. Joggin right in the heart of LA - not a good idea. Anyway - he asked me for part of my newspaper. I was just about to tell him what a big fan I was of him and his wife when the news break came on the TV up above talking about the discovery that Ken Starr had subpoenad some intern that had sexual relations with the president. Carville slapped some money on the counter (his food hadn't even arrived) and was gone. He must have gone straight to the airport because I saw him on TV that night in Washington D.C.
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I was Deep Throat.
Also, I was around when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain. I made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate.
Additionally, I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change. I Killed the czar and his ministers; Anastasia screamed in vain.
Top that, bitch.
I am Spartacus.
