Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is stylin' and racially profilin' with his new cell phone.
He has a great calling plan, too. Free nights and weekends. No roaming charges. And those Christina Aguilera ringtones are the shit!
What exactly has the Persian President been doing with all his free airtime? Let's look at some excerpts:
"Tell me, what are you wearing?"
"Do you fear me now?"
"Yes, I want for to talk to Mr. Boosh, please. Boosh, yes. Who is calling? Eh, Hazi Ben Laidyet." (muffled giggles)
"Hello, yes, Domino's? I would like for to order 50 large pizzas with double the anchovies, please. My address is 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue."
"Hello, baby. Yes, I will be home soon. Dinner? I don't care. Shit, make falafel again. Do we have to go through this every time I am in a meeting? No, you're right, the affairs of Iran are much less important than your dinner menu. Forgive me - I am only the fucking president of Iran!!!"
"Bogs, is that you I hear, my main man? Let me tell you, dude, if you are bugging my cell phone again I am going to pull your goddamn fingers off slowly and painfully. No more blogging for you, my main man. And I'd better not see calls to my mistress show up on your Web site again, bro. You are not so scary to me, American pig-dog."