Hey Lois!!!
Can you believe it? So I was watching the fútbol game the other day with Ricardo, my latest Latin Lover, and some dipshit bartender accidentally changed the channel for a second. Apparently, the U.S. just elected a new president–and he’s black!!!
Did I mention that hot black guys in the Oval Office make me hot for democracy?
So, you know how whenever people have a black friend, they use that as a ‘I am not racist!’ get out of jail free card? You almost wonder if the whole country is going to do something like that. But you know what? Whatever. He’s easy on the eyes. (I have no idea what he was saying because, when he started speaking, Ricardo’s Mexican maid showed up and brought her damn kids, who he kept calling ‘mis hijos! mis queridos!’ Who knows what that means!?)
I don’t know much about this guy except for two things: One, he reminds me that there aren’t many black guys in Buenos Aires, and Miss Cybil likes a little chocolate on, well, everything.
Two: Even though I didn’t vote and had no idea that there was an election going on, it’s nice that I finally have this proof that I’m not racist! I mean, how can I be–my president is black!!
