George W. Bush - My Fake Diary

Sunday, 2 August 2009

Here it is August, Dear Diary, W. Here.

"Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.
Ex-Presidents just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."

Been putting back a few beers and crying, singing along with John Prine. Old Presidents just grow lonesome.

That Balack Osama finally had a good idea about those beer meetings. Get a few beers down them and the enemas will turn mauldlin drunk and forgive each other. Except some of those Arabs never drink.

Maybe that's what makes them so mad.

I think I'm going to head down and see Jimmy Carton..Carter.

"We lost Billy in the Billy Beer War,
Don't even know what for,
Doesn't matter anymore."

Yep, some people get mauldlin.

W.