Monday, April 25, 2016
Let's Write A Story......
It was a dark and stormy night. (cliche, I know)
Disgraced former President Obama raised his grayed head and glanced through the
bars of his cramped cell. The lights dimmed and flickered with each lighting strike.
Through weary, blood shot eyes, he stared out into what would be his only view for ever.
His narcissistic brain finally coming to terms with what had happened............
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He looks toward the next cell and asks Hillary how she could sleep though such a terrible storm.......
ReplyDeleteWhile hoping she could not or would not give testimony against him that could bring charges of Treason against him just to save her own miserable life.
ReplyDeleteThe symbol of Islam atop the mosque across the square was the most prominent item in his view. A constant crowd stood in the square raising their clenched fists shouting "infidel! infidel!" over and over and over. He stared at the growing pile of bacon in the corner of his cell, knowing that was all he was ever going to be fed...ever.
ReplyDeleteHe thought " How could it have happened? How did they do it? Had science advanced so far without me knowing?" The last thing he remembered before waking up in the cell was the clone of Charlton Heston bitchsmacking him around the room while screaming "From my cold dead hands !!! "
ReplyDeleteRed in OleVirginny
He remembers watching gleefully as his covert army, formerly known as the new black panthers, drove the white oppressors from their citys, burning, looting, and raping along the way. It had all seemed so promising.
ReplyDeleteHow was he to know that the american patriots had been preparing for this since 2008
ReplyDeleteThe day he got kicked out of the oval office by pissed off Americans. Damn no lube except cude oil
ReplyDeleteHow did they manage to get that much of it into this country after he declared it to be illegal, under the new anti global warming executive action/anti terrorism omnibus spending act?
ReplyDeletewhen Michelle cut the fart that killed everyone.
ReplyDeleteThe lyrics of an old song looped incessantly through his head - 'I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime. Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time. For at five o'clock, they take me to the gallows pole'.
ReplyDeleteThen a John Wayne clone walked into his cell force fed his bacon. While waterboarding him. Then John says after your hung tommorw u we be reincarnated to do this all over again
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