[M]e and [M]y Dad [F]uck a Sarah Palin impersonating hooker in the 2008 Republic Convention | 2016

They say some of the best experiences you have in childhood are with your dad, and I can tell you that it is true. My dad and I have always been the best of friends. My dad always lets me use his yacht to take my fraternity friends, like Ron, all the time, and he supplies me with endless booze. I remember at the age of four I had my first taste of whiskey out of pet bowl. But this is also besides the point. Me and my dad are big conservatives, and we have never missed Republican Convention in our lives. Every convention just me and him go, its our special bounding time. I remember the 2008 Republican convention vividly. It was the year Palin and McCain were running for Presidents. My the second day of the convention my dad had already gotten drunk off our asses about 5 times, it was hilarious, though no different then any of the other years. No, what made this year special for me was a women named Sarah, or at least that was the name she told us she had. My dad and I first met Sarah during the end of the second day of the convention. We of course were drunk of our asses and weren't thinking straight. Sarah was outside the building smoking a cigarette when we drunkenly walked up to her thinking she was Sarah Palin. She wore big glasses one would find at their nearest Dollar General or Walgreens and she had on a pant suit that she probably found for discount at K-Mart. When she noticed my dad and I she looked at us for several seconds and then said, with a a sincere almost loving voice that reminded me of my mother, "I'll suck your cocks for 80 bucks a piece, and you all can fuck me for $200 bucks a piece." Now you must realize that at this time, my dad and I were not thinking very straight and we decided to take her up on her second offer. Now we had never done anything like this before. At least my didn't have a threesome with me before. I remember him on multiple occasions engaging in a threesome with our local congressman, but that is beside the point. We brought Sarah to our limo that would take us to our suite. "Wow, I've near ridden in one of these long cars before!" yelled Sarah while entering the limo. "Shuttup bitch!" my dad yelled while taking his penis out of his pants, "Now suck this Hilary!" he said in the firm authoritative voice that he would use while visiting the multiple banks that he owned. As she began to give him a blowjob I began to feel a funny sensation while watching. Now some may say that it is weird to watch your father have sex, and even weirder to have sex with the same person your dad is having sex, but my Dad has always been a chill guy. When we finally got to our room, my dad began to have sex with doggy style while she sucked my penis. There was many moaning. I remember my dad yelling "Shuttup you little cunt!" and at the time I think he was saying that to Sarah, but in retrospective he may have been talking to me, I am known to make weird noises during sex, like my good friend Ron would like to tell you. After that I don't remember much until I woke up at 1 in the morning, and Sarah was still asleep. I felt exhausted. I had noticed that my dad had already woken up and was motioning to me in a corner of the room while drinking a bottle of whiskey. When he I came to me he whispered to me in my ears, "We can't have this bitch telling anyone about what happened last night, if word gets out, I'll be ruining. I own half the banks in Connecticut, If I go down, the economy crashes." Then in what felt like a second, my dad grabbed a lamp and began to bash the skull of Sarah. Three minutes in, she was dead. We later smuggled her corpse to my dad's yacht in Florida where we eventually dumped in the sea three years later after remembering that it was hidden in the fridge. I'll never forget the 2008 Republican Convention and all the great memories my dad and shared!