George W. Bush - My Fake Diary
Friday, 27 March 2009
March Madness, 2009
I'm still wary of my new neighbor.
He's still over there talking to somebody named "Vern" and I still don't ever see anyone else around.
I was out whacking weeds today and stopped for a drink and I heard him over there on the other side of the fence row whacking weeds also.
Then I could just make him out saying something like, "I wonder if tidying up this place will impress Jody Foster? You know what I mean, Vern?"
Maybe he has made a pet out of that squirrel and named him Vern.
I had a teddy bear I once named Teddy. Almost forgot and left it at the White House.
Still, I'm going to keep an eye on him.
The neighbor, not Teddy. Why, Teddy wouldn't hurt a soul.