In my Obama fantasy, I'm lying in bed in the middle of the night when I hear a crash from out in the living room. I'm afraid it might be an intruder, but I don't keep a gun in the house to protect myself because Obama doesn't like them. So I'm cowering there, naked, in the bedroom, as the door slowly starts to creak open. A dark figure steps into the room. His face is concealed by the shadows, but there's something familiar about Him. He walks over to the bed. I try to get up but He pushes me back down. Then suddenly, in the moonlight coming through the window, I can see His face. It's Obama.
Immediately, I roll over and put my face in the pillow. Obama takes me, sensually, and fills me with His Holy Spirit, which is nine inches. When it's over, we talk about the middle class, and how much He loves them. I want him to stay the night, but I know it's selfish - there's so many others out there in need of Obama's love. I look up, and He is gone.
So what's your Obama fantasy?
