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Justin Trudeau, tumbling down a staircase.I also remember seeing another interview he did on French-Canadian television a little while back. In yet another one of his attempts at showcasing his “party animal” side, Justin threw himself down the stairs—a funny act he regularly performs at parties to make people uncomfortable. It’s one of the most awkward moments in political television and it turns me on in more ways you can imagine. I love a funny guy, but if that jokester manages to perfectly combine creepiness, weirdness, and humor, I may just rip my clothes off and immediately throw myself at him. I want Justin to make me feel uncomfortable in the worst possible ways. My uterus is boiling just thinking about how weird our sex could get. The recurring image in my mind of his naked body is unsettling. I can picture the way in which he’d unbutton his shirt, while slowly tossing his mane with the artificial confidence only children of famous politicians can nurture (hey there Ben Mulroney, call me!). He’d probably attempt a few jokes to make me feel more at ease, but it would—without a doubt—have the complete opposite effect. Yet, that would not stop me from wanting to feel all of his Northen-Gateway-pipeline-hating, marijuana-decriminalizing essence inside me.
I recently noticed a post on the Liberals’ website, “Win a BBQ dinner with Justin.” The lucky winner would have the chance to meet the Liberal leader in person. I initially thought this was a weird thing to do for a national politician, but then again, it suits him. What better way to connect with voters than to stuff a couple weiners down your throat and drink beer. Unfortunately, the contest is now closed and so I lost my opportunity to finally meet the great sexy weirdo, Justin Trudeau.
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