Well, my term in office is almost up and they tell me I've got to move out of the White House.
I may go back to Texas, where it's going to be warmer than it is here. At least at home I can turn my thermostat up without Cheney running behind me and constantly turning it down.
I don't care if I ever see him again. I probably won't even invite him to go hunting with me on my ranch.
I see that the Texas Rangers have not make the playoffs once since I left. I may have to go back and give them the expertise of my experience. We'll make sure the opposing teams all get lots of chili dogs laced with x-lax before the games. Wouldn't that be a weapon of mass destruction! It might even make the Cleveland baseball team change their names from the Indians to the Browns.