So I'm hanging at the real must-hang shindig of the Inaug - Bodenner and Appel's Blue Ball House Party - and turn around and there's Barack. Less tired than in person, and in life-size cardboard, grinning right at me. And just as I was about to pull a Favreau and give some good Wonkette-bait, I realized what everyone else realized. The hands ...

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