A Short Phone Conversation Between Charlie Sheen and Muammar Qaddafi

Posted on March 3, 2011


CS:   Hey, Mu, how’s it hangin?

MQ: Bigger, if you catch my drift, man.

CS:   You dog.  I can relate. 

MQ:  So, what’s up? (Mutual laughter here)

CS:   Your name keeps comin up lately.  People keep sayin I could run Libya.

MQ:  Chalib, you don’t even speak Arabic.

CS:   Arabic, schmarabic.  Don’t matter, amigo.  I’m a winner.

MQ:  I hear you, man. So when do I see you?

CS:   Soon as you say.  How about we get the virgins and the goddesses together for some wilding?

MQ: That sounds like something I could get into.  It’s tough to get good virgins nowadays, but I do have first pick—


CS:  What the fu–?  That sounded like a brick crashing through your window, Mu.

MQ: Yeah, dude.  My people dig me.  They’re always trying to get my attention.  But, uh, maybe we could be gigging at my place.  Some shit going on here, and I can’t leave right now.  No big dilly, though.  But what do you do when people get all up in your bizznezz?

CS:  Here’s what I say: “They lay down with their ugly wives in front of their ugly children and just look at their loser lives and then they look at me and say, “I can’t process it.” What about you?

MQ: I do a 1-8-7 on them.

CS:  Winning.

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