GlobalGrind was invited to an exclusive dinner party organized by two of the worlds’ most eloquent men, Charlie Sheen and Muamar Qadaffi.PHOTOS: Charlie Sheen’s Ex-Goddesses Red Carpet Looks Trust
GlobalGrind was invited to an exclusive dinner party organized by two of the worlds’ most eloquent men, Charlie Sheen and Muamar Qadaffi.
PHOTOS: Charlie Sheen’s Ex-Goddesses Red Carpet Looks
Trust us when we say we’ve never experienced anything like this. First, we were chauffeured in the world’s most expensive Maybach after it was flown in from Hong Hong. Then we were driven to a forest where we were asked to choose the tree from which our paper invitation would be made. Our tree, a 1000 year old pine, was chopped and rendered to a pulp, squeezed then dyed and dried, and hand lettered in real gold dust scraped from gold treasures Hosni Mubarak looted from the Museum of Antiquity in Cairo.
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After we were presented with our invitation, we were driven back to our offices and were instructed to wait by a ruby and diamond encrusted iPhone, which we could keep as a party favor after we received instructions on how to get to the party’s location.
After what seemed like an eternity, our one-of-a-kind phone rang. It was not just any ringtone, mind you. No, this ringtone was the only, unpublished song recorded by The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix and Elton John in a Moroccan Souk in 1967. As soon as we heard it, the heavens opened up, rainbows appeared and exploded with stardust. We even saw a unicorn with laser beams for eyes. It was magical.
We pressed our ears to the phone and listened. All of a sudden, the world turned dark. Several hours later, a veil was lifted and we found ourselves seated in a most extravagant room in what looked like the main dining hall of the Vatican. To the right was seated Charlie Sheen, the most winninggggg man in America. To the left was seated Muamar Gadaffi, the most delusional dictator on the planet. Sheen and Gadaffi were deep in conversation. Here’s a snippet of their conversation.
Sheen, in between sips of tiger’s blood served in a crystal goblet: I like that hat thing you’re wearing on your head. What’s that, a paper cup?
Gaddafi: I am a Bedouin warrior who brought glory to Libyans! Pass the artichoke stuffed quails!
Sheen passes the quails to Gadaffi, splashing tiger’s blood on Gadaffi’s white, silk djellaba.
Sheen: Oops my bad. I’m sorry man, I’ve got magic, and I’ve got poetry in my fingertips!
Find out what was said during the second course!
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Gadaffi had to change clothes. When he returned he was dressed to the nines, his couture Kufi no where in sight. While taking a sip of water, his Nokia N8 rang.
Gadaffi: Hello! No..I’m in Tripoli and not in Venezuela! Do not believe the channels belonging to stray dogs.
Sheen: Amen, brother. The paramedic called the press and sold me like a loaf of bread.
An attendant refills Sheen’s crystal goblet with more tiger’s blood and places a rack of lamb on his gold trimmed plate.
Sheen: What’s that?
Gadaffi: This is the evil eye!
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