Well, we have a new Prez, so I can officially return to the States. But now that I am back in the official world of Defense machinations, I feel a certain responsibility to help out Barack and get our country back in front of the pack. So Mr. President, I'm here for you. If you want me to come to the White House and become your liaison with the Combatant Commanders (ie, your SecDef), I'm your man. If you want me to become your personal trainer (probably a much better option), I can do that too (as long as T gets to come and hang out with Michelle).
By the way, Mr. President, your white half has possession of your dance gene. You gotta get some brothers to help you out and have your soul side take over that gene so you can get your groove on before having your first White House State Dinner with some nice entertainment/dancing. Or maybe you just want us to think you can't dance! Anybody that can play basketball as well as you can has to have a better sense of rhythm than what you were showing at those Inaugural Balls...
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