When the news of the Anthony Weiner sexting scandal Part II broke the worldwide headquarters of Manhattan Infidel had many questions: How could Weiner let this happen again? Will he pull out of the Mayor’s race? How does his wife feel? And most importantly, this Sydney Leathers girl is hot. Can I have a steamy online conversation with her as well?
Fortunately for me as a powerful member of the elite mainstream media I was able to contact her. The following is the transcript of our steamy, sexy online chat. If you are prudish or have children in the room I advise you not to read any further.
MI Hi Sydney.
SL: Manhattan Infidel I get so hot just thinking about talking to you.
MI: Please, call me “Barack Danger.”
SL: Okay……Mr. Danger. I bet you’re a dangerous bad boy.
MI: No. I like to play it safe. I’m a homebody for the most part.
SL: Um. Okay. So what do you fantasize about?
MI: Mainly a world without hunger or war.
SL: Um. Okay But I’m naked. I just got out of the shower and I’m dripping wet honey.
MI: You’re dripping on the floor?
SL: Yes big boy.
MI: But I just cleaned!
SL: Um. Okay. But I’m naked. Totally naked.
MI:You really should put some clothes on. You know with the air conditioner on you might catch cold.
SL: Um. Okay. I’m so hot –
MI: You might be coming down with the flu. Please put some clothes on.
SL: Goddammit listen to me. I’m hot for you! I want you to bend me over –
MI: Well alright. As long as you didn’t just eat Mexican. Because that could get messy.
SL: I want to grab your c*ck!
MI: But I don’t own any poultry.
SL: My p*ssy is so wet!
MI: Really? My cat hates the water. It’s so hard trying to give her a bath.
SL: Oh, is it hard, sexy?
MI: You bet. My cat hisses and scratches me.
SL: I want you to bend me over a chair and play with my p*ssy.
MI: Well how am I supposed to do both at the same time?
SL: Would you hold my hair while I gagged on your c*ck?
MI: I told you I don’t own any poultry. And there are many nerve endings in hair follicles. It might be painful if I grab your hair.
SL: Um.
MI: Well I have to go.
SL: What? You came? Already?
MI: What’s that? You want me to come over? Are you sure? But what about your cat? I don’t like wet cats. They are surly.
SL: Just bring your c*ck.
MI: For the last time I don’t own any poultry.
SL: That does it. This isn’t going anywhere. I’m logging off.
MI: I’m deeply flawed.
SL: No shit Sherlock.
And there you have it readers. My steamy online chat with Sydney Leathers, the woman who took down Anthony Weiner. I hope you weren’t too shocked by the steamy conversation. I apologize if you were.
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Deeply flawed? How about unreal? I want the old Infidel back!
Jim: The old Infidel has left the building.
M.I. a homebody who owns no poultry? Who knew?
Bob. But I do have a cat. Don’t get her wet.