Esby, here, and I'm on a "junket" in Hawaii to see if I can find Barack Obama's birth certificate. I'm on the beach doing my "investigation." Oh, wait, let me ask this young man:
"Have you seen Barack Obama's birth certificate?"
"No sir. Did you want another Corona?"
"That would be fine."
Wait, this woman may know:
"Have you seen Barack Obama's birth certificate?"
"No sir, are you ready for your massage?"
And so it goes. It is obvious Obama's birth certificate is well hidden at best. I have checked the liquor store, the nightclubs, and even a couple of golf courses. However, if it is here, I will find it.
If it takes the rest of my life.
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