In a crowded room of people having a good time at a party, every crowd whispering, laughing, and yelling in deep discussions.Beautiful Basra stands at the center with her friend Sir Lug. They are the two top notche trend setter of the town. Ok i rephrase- Basra is-- Sir Lug is not. His love for reerbaadiyeniimo eliminates him on this award.

Lug dressed in clear, clean white shirt, tacked, loose dress up grey pants and super shining black italian shoes. By all account he appeared well groomed and that pleases his friend Basra. She was dressed in simple, under stated back cut black gown, with no jewelry other than two tiny dimond earing that sparkled with great reflection.They were laughing and talking and touching eath other in a fluke of intended accidents, both not really aware of their flirtation skills.

A tall skinny slight light skin gentle man approached them, as they glanced at him and began to whisper to each other.
"Sssshh Basra-- dont loook- behind u, Mr. OBama is approaching us. God help us." Whispered Sir lug.
Basra could not help it, she glanced back and saw big eared, large rabbit bright white teeth Cawar approaching, and looking at her in those creepy desire eyes. Sir Lug- -the consumante professional gossiper quickly pretended he was surprised to see Cawar and shouted...
CAWAR!!!

I didn't see you! So good to see you brother." They shook hands, hugged officiously and then when it came for him to shake Basra's hands-- she simply dismissed the shaking of hands--and offered her hand in a Queen manner style- expecting it to be gently kissed. Cawar obliged and as he was about to touch his big, meaty lips on her gentle, french L'amore smelling lotion hand- Basra withdrew with quick precision, one could tell her sophiscation has reached a glorious mark of practice & genius.
" So you two- what were you --deeply talking about?" Asked Cawar in geneuine curiousity!
'OBAMA'.

Retorted Basra, Mischievously.
'Aaah my favorite topic and man. Isn't he great Basra? ISn't he?

I tell you, that man is a marvel. HE is the living JF Kennedy. HE is the change that we need walaahi- did you know i donated $ 1200 & 23 cents oF my money to his campaign?Not to mention, subscribe to email, black berry, fax and all that communication has to offer in informing me the progress of the campaign. I also send hate emails to anyone WHO says anything negative about the mesiah.Oops i mean, to the reverend baby jesus.

Also -i am kinda depressed now, because his grand mother is sick. and The campaign kinda is in a slow mode, so i read Obama article to make myself busy.

Also....I...
Basra interrupts Cawar desperately......
Macaanto.. i need to go to the ladies room.
"Oh no problem sweety, do you want me to escort? Cawar kindly asks.
"No, macaan, THANK YOU.

That would not be necessary, please- keep Sir Lug company, i am sure he would love to hear more about Obama.

" Basra spoke as she eyed Sir lug mischieviously-- who gave her a nasty eye back.

As soon as Basra -leaves-- Cawar turns to Sir lug with those glittering, sparkling dark large eyes.
"SO Sir Lug--did u know i am wearing a " I :love: OBAMA" underwear?"
Sir...Lug.....

Cough.....Cough....Chokes on his drink.
