Republican Party

Some time ago, I promised my kids a swimming pool. This was the ideal solution to dump Nivedita in the concrete. My wife, apparently not as stupid as she looks warned me for this. After lots of blahblahblah about the structure of the concrete being more instable and being sure the body would be discovered someday, her solution was not bad. Cindy suggested installing an old second hand oil-fired pool heater. These old oil-heaters have a small front door where stuff can be put in, stuff like the body in a carpet roll we were hiding in our kitchen. Nivedita, being a Hindu would have wanted it this way. Hindu's do not want to be buried but they want to burn. With an old oil-burner, we would off course consume more fuel and even help the climate and support global warming. Everyone was very happy, we were such a patriotic family.

After living for a week with immigrants in our backyard digging the pool, and even one time two latino's coming into our house to connect the pool heater, it was finally ready. Time to organize a party. The oil heater burned, Nivedita was inserted and some gallons of fuel later the pool was ready for the guests.

John was a tremendous party-organizer. When you organize a party, you need a clown. No cheap Ronny McDonald or the village idiot, but his good friend, the idiot of the United States George dropped by. After complaining that there were no pretzels he started drinking a lot, and finally became comfortable. A mixture of some of the most expensive wines and Georgies favorite beer Budweiser did the trick. Everyone except from his wife Laura had a good laugh when George stuck a dildo in the shape of an atomic bomb up his ass.

John however wouldn't just stop here to get a party started. Some days before his friends from the intelligence services were ordered to disturb a little transport coming from Columbia, so it didn't took long before we forgot about the stars and stripes were drawn onto the tables. Everyone was so excited with the enormous loads of cocaine John had provided, and the party people got soon really stoned. It didn't take long before everyone was around or in the pool getting to know each other better. Everyone, except Laura. She helped herself out with George's atomic bomb shaped dildo.