hello. four days since i last posted. kind of busy during this week. had chinese tuition on monday and tuesday, and maths tuition today.
not to mention a few nice games of pool. ( STFU JAMES)
on to the main news this week.
i recently read in a newspaper that Hillary Clinton had forsaken her post as President to Barack Obama, the first ever African American to achieve that stature.
you ask me why?
no, its not because of the parody video of her having sex with Obama to Umbrella's tune. dont watch it. only people with ownage natural talents can watch it.
Ok la dont cry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0rSeI0nhjU, but remember, you're still a loser and inferior to me. =D
Apparently, Obama's number of supporters had totalled to be colossal as compared to hers, so she gave up and endorsed the new President, asking her supporters to elect and support him in any way they can.
She should have used her bodily assets to gain more voters, if you know what i mean.
But she probably did, considering her voting number's sudden drop in the middle of the election.
Talk about a quick and efficient natural flash bomb.
However, there is something more sinister at work here.
Her husband, Bill Clinton, was the 42nd President of the United States.
Before you go and call the American Embassy to complain about bloodline biasedness, let me draw your attention to a very interesting event.
Bill had been under lawsuit for sexually assualting several of his staff, and even having sexual relationships with them.
Its amazing how some people can juggle work and entertainment so easily.
And also, Hillary had caught her husband in one of his silenced playtimes.
A rough enactment.
( door opens)
Hillary: Honey? Have you signed all the forms yet?
Bill: Err...
( stares at his secretary sucking his 0l0 under the table)
Bill: (sweats profusely) I think so honey. Here you go.
( hands Hillary a stack of forms)
Hillary: Good work honey.
(steps on a puddle of unindentified liquid)
Hillary: i think you spilled some barley here, hubby.
( Bill's eyes widens in shock, takes a tissue and starts wiping the fading whitish patch on his leather jeans)
Bill: Oh... Could you clean it up for me, hun? Im kind of busy right now...
( 0l0 begins to pulse)
Hillary: ( smiles ) anything for you, Bill. do i hear something squelching at your table?
(bang bang bang)
Bill: UUUUUUUUUUUH! uuhm. no honey, it must have been from outside.
( eyes Bill intently)
Hillary: ok honey, i believe you. but can you explain what Im seeing from your favourite mirror
behind you?
(Bill turns and look his reflected horrified face)
Bill: Err. Specialised staff bonuses?
From that day onwards, Bill Clinton has never stood within 20 metres of a mirror, and can be seen always going into the cubicle when he needs to pee.
For once, darkness has triumphed over light.
A new dawn of era, or the continuation of the dark old one?
Watch and Wank.
Quattad.
