Friday morning, the Obama World Tour ’08 is in full swing.
Even Coldplay, the world’s least offensive and most middle of the road band, has signed on as the opening act,
Things get even hotter after when Obama picks up some new security from the class of 100 recent female Iraqi Police Academy grads.
Plus you know these Kurdish chicks have seen some seriously fucked up shit in their lives and won’t be phased by someone pulling out a gun. Hell, most of them were molested and abused by men as the doctor pulled them out of the womb.
Meanwhile Friday afternoon, the rest of the world finally realizes that the Catholic Church just wrapped up something in Australia called “World Youth Day,” which is roughly the equivalence of the Klan hosting an interactive MLK day parade, but with more reluctant blowjobs.
Suddenly all across Australia, the image of Christ starts appearing…
and soiled condoms.
Saturday morning, Obama and his army of smokin’ hot Kurdish chicks take the controversial stance of opposing Catholic child rape.
And he bitch slaps the Pope.
Obama distracts the Pope by raising his hand as if he was going to bitch slap him again.
The Pope stands over Obama’s unconscious body, taunting him.
The Pope’s not ready to meet his maker just yet, since he hasn’t figured out how to explain his supervisory role in the largest child-molesting cartel in history.
Obama’s down on the ground. the Pope wipes the blood from his mouth and gets hard.
Jesus was just going to kill the two of them and leave it at that, but he sees how much his image is being used with out his permission.
People are marketing his image on shit like fish sticks and pancakes, and then selling it for thousands of dollars.
It’s 12:12 PM EST Sunday, and the world has ended.