Obama walked out of the oval office. His prior meeting left him exhausted. It was difficult to keep that many presidents summoned, even with the added energy the oval office provided. Well, at least he could unwind with some bowling. The usual crew would be over shortly. It was Obama's four best friends, Joe Biden, John Stewart, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Bill Clinton. They all met in community college and had been best friends ever since.
Obama went to the presidential bowling alley. Whats-his-face was there cleaning Obama's prized bowling ball. It was the last thing he had left to clean.
"Oh, Obama! I'm just cleaning your prized bowling ball. It is the last thing I have to clean."
"Well good job, hrm." Obama said, "the place has never been cleaner."
"Hey Obama, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Why did you choose the Corey in da House bowling ball?"
"Well, uhh, that's a long story. You see, back in, uhh, Kenya when I was, uhh, child, I was obsessed with anime. Dragon ball, Pokemon, Ouran High School Host Club, these were all good anime, but none I watched inspired me like Corey in da House. Back in, uhh, 2006, when I moved to America, there was no such thing as a Black person in the White House. But Corey Baxter showed me that it was possible. He, uhh, inspired me to run for office. Without him, I would not be where I am today."
"Wow! That's such a motivational story!"
"Yes it is. Now, uhh, my friends will be over soon, so, uhh, take their coats when they come in."
One by one Obama's friends arrived, and they all congregated in the bowling alley. Obama set up the game. Joe Biden's turn was first. "Are you guys ready to see my mad skills." Joe took his bowling ball and it went right into the gutter. "Why does this always happen to me? Thanks Obama!"
"Don't thank me, you just kind of suck Joe. No offense." Said Obama.
Bill Clinton played a snarky toon on his saxophone, which he carried everywhere. "Joe, you blow harder than Monica Lewinsky."
"Wow. Anyone got some ice for that burn?" John Stewart asked.
(No one did, as it would be illogical to carry ice to a bowling alley.)
The mention of ice triggered Leonardo DiCaprio's Titanic flashbacks. He had to be reminded that it didn't actually happen and that he was not dead.
"What a relief." He said.
It was now Obama's turn. Obama grabbed his prized ball and rolled a perfect strike. Obama was the best at bowling and everyone knew it.
"It's all in the wrists" Obama, being the best at bowling, was right.
As John went up to bowl, Mitt Romney-san walked in the room. "Hey Obama, someone from the government is at the door. You need to sign for your tanks."
"Ooh, they're here!" Obama cheered, happier than Linden B. Johnson on freaky Friday's.
"Tanks?" John Stewart said, "is your boyfriend commuting over then?"
"Putin's not my boyfriend" Obama blushed, "he's just coming for a diplomatic dinner."
Obama quickly ran to his front door.
"Just sign here Mr. President."
Obama signed the paper.
"Thank you, here is your package," the man handed Obama a box.
"Ooo! This is so exciting." Obama took the box from the man and opened it up. 10,000 tanks came out, "Yes! These tanks are perfect! Thank you based Reagan." Reagan, who was in heaven, chilling with Jesus, gave Obama an approving wink.
