Barack Obama - My Fake Diary

Thursday, 28 August 2014

Got the C.I.A. to fit a drone console at the foot of our bed, so that I can operate precision enemy killing missiles while enjoying my "Elvis style" peanut butter jello and streaky bacon rasher breakfast sandwiches.

I already have a practice one but this is the real thing.

It converts to Grand Theft Auto when there's nothing to kill.