Truth is stranger than fiction. After all, what novelist would have dared to write a story about a gay Indonesian who gets elected President, telling everyone his Dad was a dead-beat drunk from Kenya, and who claims to have been born in Hawaii, but can't prove it?
Anyway, the more I get to know Obama, the better Joey Plugs looks to me. Reminds me of Uncle Bunntie who lived in Grandma's attic and mixed a mean Martini.
I knew a ‘Mister Denman’ who made a great Martini and lived in the upstairs of the house owned by Aunt Nell Fleming and her sister.