Since I’ve been busy tweaking my weblog while homeless and unemployed, I wasn’t aware of politics lately but read briefly in recent news about the Obama’s first state dinner with Indian Prime Minister Manmohan Singh and his wife.
Michelle Obama’s dress for that nights event was chosen well. For her height, it made her look like a super model. And why not? If rock stars, celebrities and other elitists can flaunt their wealth, the couple should do the same. But it feels `gaudy-awful` to show conceit.
After wasting my two-hours watching `Dancing with the Star`, I made more jokes in a strong South Asian Indian accent in light of the that night’s dinner:
PM: Are your going to serve curry for dinner?
Obama: Why yes!
PM: Do you know that I don’t like eating curry?
Obama: I did not!
PM: Curry is too hot and spicy! It makes me smell.
Obama: But I thought curry is part of your culture’s popular dish.
PM: Are you trying to insult me? Just because I dress and talk like a SA Indian, you think I eat that stuff?
Obama: I am so sorry, Mr. PM. It won’t happen again.
PM: Since I’m here in America, I would like to try one of your juicy burgers. You know, that Kobe beef you served for thousands of dollars from your American taxpayers?
Obama: But I thought you don’t eat meat. I mean you do worship the sacred cow, right?
PM: What do you mean? Are you insulting my wife, too?
Brouhaha! In just five minutes, I typed up my longest joke ever! This is something I hardly do – or offend in any manner. It reminds me of `El Rushbeau` composing – for the first time ever – a short poem over the airwaves this morning. That must mean he must be in LOVE! Brouhaha!
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