This is a conversation between myself, and a female friend who's a police officer in Florida. Apprx 2 AM sunday night/monday morning.
Me:
So- don't act like you haven't thought about it
Her:
thought about what?
Me:
Well, you watch the news. The whole Obama deal
Her:
Yeah... what about it.
Me:
Dude- you have the blueprint right there. You wouldn't want to grab a beer with Barry?
Her:
Ummm- what are you alluding to?
Me:
K- let's just say i accidently forget my keys on my nightstand inside, i'm locked out. I come strolling around, unlock my window, climb in and midway through all of this, you happened to be staked out in an bogus Mr. Softee truck across the street, just in case anything like this happens.
Her:
...
Me:
Next thing you know, we're sippin champ with 44, on the house (White House) no less. It doesn't get any better.
Her:
yeah- but doesn't that mean I have to be racs-
