Feb 18th, 2012
Dear Diary,
W. Here.
You know what I'm sick to death of hearing? "When Dick Cheney was President!" I hate that. George W. Bush was President! Not the Dickster.
Cheney wasn't all that smart if you ask me.
I recall that time I flew over that disaster down in New Orleans. I got back off the plane when we got back to Washington and I felt sick to my stomach. Cheney rushes up to me and asked me why I looked a little green around the gills.
"Was it THAT bad to see?"
No, I told him. I was sick from sitting ass backwards while looking out the plane window. It made me sick.
"There's a seat right across from you. Why didn't you ask the Secret Servant agent or whoever to change with you?"
"That's how much you know", I told hi...
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