Dude sounds like such a ladies man.
In a series of diary entries from one of his lovers here in the Big Apple, a never-before-seen side of the now-guarded president is revealed — with descriptions of his “sexual warmth” and his penchant for lounging at home in a sarong.
A sarong? Really? But hey, don’t go calling him a metrosexual or anything.
She talked about how Obama walked around his bedroom bare-chested, dressed in a blue and white sarong while working on a New York Times crossword puzzle.
“I open the door that Barack keeps closed to his room and enter in a warm, private space pervaded by a mixture of smells that so strongly speak of his presence, his liveliness, his habits — running sweat, Brut spray deodorant, smoking, eating raisins, sleeping, breathing,” Cook wrote.
Obama and Cook would date for a year. He was 22 and she was 25 when they met.
Cook said when she told Obama she loved him, he responded: “Thank you.”
How romantic.
“a mixture of smells that so strongly speak of his presence, his liveliness, his habits — running sweat, Brut spray deodorant, smoking, eating raisins, sleeping, breathing”
Brut, sweat… and raisins?
Scent of a POTUS.
Dear Politico,
I never thought that I would be writing to you, but I once had an encounter with a compressed/composite person that I felt I must share with your readers…….
Ye gods.
I’d have to drink the bottle of Brut before I could be attracted to a skinny bag of bones in a sarong.
(note to self: submission for OED new words of 2012: Brut
Goggles.)
Scent of a SCOAMF/T.
Brute is disgusting, I smelled it once after it was given to me as a Christmas gift and it went right in the garbage.
It smelled like one of those Pine-Tree Shaped Car-Air Fresheners.
So he went from eating Dog to Raisins to Arugula. Unreal.
This kook should have been vetted the first time.
I once had a composite named Mary Palmer,
she had 5 sisters and I did all of them,
All I needed was a bottle of Jergens Lotion
and I had all these women dancing in my mind…..
Can this guy be any more of a phony?