My friend Scaren* or Barack Obama is a secret Muslim sent to kill us all!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Now my friend Scaren is one of the most cool "normal" people I know. The thing about Scaren is she is surrounded by people with odd theories about everything. She is a virtual plethora of humorous stories. Today's post will be about her husband Bark*. Now to put this into perspective, Bark wore a mullet up until 5 years ago with the requisite black comb in his back pocket. Bark never graduated from high school nor did many members of his family. So Scaren is a bit of a rock star to them since she graduated and also has a bit of college under her belt.
So Scaren calls me yesterday and tells me Bark has a brand new theory. Bark heard from the guys he works with that Barack is a closet Muslim. If that weren't scandalous enough Muslim's apparently have a network of friends that can/will kill you with a mere nod from Barack should he become President. Now he has nothing to back this up but a couple of redneck cement pourer's he works with.
Here is our conversation
Scaren: Bark came home with a new theory yesterday
Me: Do tell I can only imagine
Scaren: He says Barack Obama is a closet Muslim.
Me: Really Ummmmm so what if he was
Scaren: Well Bark says that the guys told him that if you are Muslim you have a network of people who will kill for you. And if he becomes President he will start having people killed
Me: Wow maybe we should become Muslim's, cause that would rock
Me: Really Scaren how do you take it? How do you not just punch him in the head when he says shit like that?
Scaren: I like him dumb, I can mindfuck him that way
Indeed!
*names changed to protect the innocent and the stupid
February 7, 2008 at 4:02 PM
LOL @ I can mindfuck him that way... Love the blog woman. I'm going to have to become Muslim apparently since I'm of the opinion that there are people too stupid to live. Sigh.
July 3, 2008 at 3:29 PM
Sign me up to become one of your muslim thug friends. Thanks for the laugh...
August 9, 2008 at 11:25 PM
Yeah, did I ever tell you about the time that I got into an arguement with Bark when I was about oh... 8, about the moon? He was arguing that it glowed on it's own. Fucking seriously.