jason turner clutched the scalpel until his knuckles turned white. Watching the rivulets of sweat from his brow dripping steadily into the malignant tumor he was preparing to remove from the presidents brain.

in order to steady his nerves, having never even stepped foot in a medical school (let alone given open brain surgery in the middle of an exceptionally debauch gay pride parade) he had eaten 4 qualudes and downed a bottle of jim beam. The president had been campaigning for a blow job from a dude, when he suddenly collapsed in a heap of feather boas. jason turner happened to be giving blowjobs nearby when he saw the fallen eagle.

he quickly removed the orgasming penis from his mouth and ran to see what he could do to help. A secret service agent explained the details of the presidents tumor, and began to saw off the top of the presidents head with a swiss army knife, while also orchestrating jason turner getting prepped for surgery.

now jason turner looked to the wet throbbing brain of the president of the united states, as "its raining men" blared from a nearby float.. and promptly vomited into the gaping sea of gray matter.

jason turner will never again be allowed into the white house.