George W. Bush - My Fake Diary

Monday, 23 November 2009

November, 2009

Dear Diary,

W. Here.

Laura thinks I'm on the bottle but I'm not. I'm still on the tit.

"Not, not, pot full of snot!" I said. Then she said I was drunk.

Actually I was pretty dizzy but not drunk.

I went out really early to clear some brush here on the ranch and get rid of some more leaves and in the middle of the leaves I stepped on a rake.

The handle cold-conked me till I was so disorganated and staggered around until I stepped on it again and this time it got my balls. That was when she found me on the ground, acting silly.

I tell you one thing, getting drunk is a lot more fun.

So, since I've already been accused, I may as well get out a hidden bottle.

W.

PS: Reminder to stay indoors as that rake is still lose somewhere out there.