just wanna remind you that this exists
So now I’m imagining President Obama in the Oval Office, presiding over important paperwork and world affairs and stuff. Bo is taking a nap at his feet. Michelle and the girls have gone to bed hours ago, but Obama still has work to do.
A knock on the door. ”Come in,” Obama calls, not looking up from his paperwork.
“Mr. President, I hate to disrupt you, but it… it seems that an urgent-” a secret service agent mutters.
“What is it?” Obama snaps, sleep-deprived and frustrated with the agent’s stammering.
“Sir, it appears that the scheduled performer on Wednesday cannot make it.”
The President thinks, and slowly drops his papers to the desk. Bo awakens, and yips in excitement. Obama squints his eyes, and in a voice barely above a whisper, sends out the order.
“Send in Darren Criss.”
apparently “Don’t You” can cure panic attacks. Namely mine.
Honoring the V: the most attractive part of the male anatomy.