Kathleen Willey? Heard of her? What if I told you she goes by Kathleen WET WILLEY in Washington, DC? Now does it sound a little more familiar? I thought so. She’s the broad Bill Clinton may or may not have HAM-BONED in the oval office in the mid-nineties, around the time I was out in KOSOVO killing the step-cousins and half-sisters of the Drazen family. Luckily I wasn’t sitting in the oval office at the time, because I wouldn’t have known whether I should be JACKING OFF or KILLING Kathleen Willey.

Whatever though. Sometimes when you’re out in the field, you don’t have to be the one behind closed doors, making the tough decisions. Sadly “Kathleen” was the one who made the wrong decision a few months ago by deciding to write a manuscript about her little encounter with the President.

Willey Rabbit: DICKS ARE FOR KIDS. She’s actually claiming someone from Clinton’s team “broke in” and took the manuscript in a sloppy manner. Lot of claims, Kathleen… ;)

You don’t need Chloe to tell you that if you want people to believe you, you should probably BACK UP YOUR FILES.