Wait, someone told me Bill Clinton arrived in a hybrid rocket chariot from the heavens made out of recycled satin sheets and Safeway bags and granted wishes to the first 2008 conventioneers to line up and rub his tummy? Is that true? He's like the new Santa? I didn't get home from dog agility class in time to actually see what happened on tv. I sort of just pick this stuff up on the internet I guess.
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Actually, you only got your wish if you chanted the phrase, "there's no place like Hope, there's no place like hope, there's no place like hope" and clicked your heels 3 times...
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