It takes a shpecial kind of sherson to shit in the hot sheat, and here at Inshtead Of, the shkin on our butts is thick. That's right--in this one, we take the presidential reins and all the butt-heat so that you, the rabble, don't have to. Believe it or not, we make several questionable decrees during our reigns of error, including: killing the Spider-Man once and for all, amassing an army of man-child soldiers, and teaching cats how to throw dope house parties.
Pairings: a daisy chain of naked butts dating back to George Washington himself; the cool, refreshing taste of Sprite in the face; Detroit, grease
