Dem-dudes-committee

Samdu meets Baru Samdu Alaba was the king of the Basiswami day life since anyone could remember. Even at the ripe old age of 65 he had the suave body and man boobs of a middle-aged disco master, and he knew it. His oversized watch and red shirt were known by the disco elders, always watching in their white, button up collared shirts. Indeed he ruled with an iron cup, many iron cups in fact, but he was a lonely man. Day after day he would dance before the elders, bringing pride to his village and honor to those on his web album who enjoyed pictures of his mustache. One day he went in search of a comrade to serve as a successor to his disco em

"I am the messenger of the great god Burgermister!" "Sir there is no such thing.  To get a higher position within the religious sector of the moon base you must be a recognized religion." "How do you know that I am not part of a recognized religion?" the weathered black man questioned the guard. "Burgermisters are not on the list." He said while pointing at the piece of paper in his hand for emphasis.   "Oh yes everything has to be on a list.  You know that is the problem now a day!  Everything is on a list and if you aren't on the list you cannot get into a place or get the medication that you need

  Somewhere in India, or maybe it was Hawaii, a group of old men were muttering to each other.  Those who knew the importance of the day and the position of these grandfathers within society would assume they were discussing initiates.  This wasn't a horrible guess as they were actually betting on which of the initiates was going to survive the tests. Sun beamed down from overhead, telling those around that noon was approaching.  They started to gather, sitting on a short wall made of blue tarp.  The ten people who were trying to get into the Black Mages Guild this year were sitting on the outside of a U of tables, looking at the blue tarpe