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Today's topic is parties!

The black slave man hides on border from Canada. Two words as a mystic crystal in his mind. Obama and party. White Master Obama and his tracking dogs were barking getting closer. Soon upon him. Impossible to have known the name Obama, the future first black president elected to the new world order since Lincoln to Kennedy. Predicts as a prophesies. The slave-turned raise his hands, shouting "OMG! Come to me, 'cause we have a party!"


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Everything is swirling around so fast. My whole being seems to be in tune with the beat. We swayed, our drinks in hand, my hair spinning wildly. This is it. My last night of freedom, before i entered an everlasting commitment. One that im not even sure that i want. "BACHELORETTE PARTYYY!!!!!!" My friends screamed. I asked the nearest person for another drink. If this was going to be my last un-married night, i was going to make the best of it.