I was out with my buddies George Clooney and Matt Damon the other night, and something about my body just didn't feel right. Embarrassed, I excused myself from their company and went to the hospital. The doctor told me I tested positive for some radioactive element. I was shocked. How could this happen?
I recovered, and about a week or so later I received a manila envelope in the mail. Inside was a black and white head shot of my dear friend Russian president Vladimir Putin, with the word "Gotcha!" written in big letters across the bottom left corner. Oh, that Puty, what am I gonna do with him.
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