George W. Bush - My Fake Diary

Saturday, 18 February 2012

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 him. "I was by myself. There was no one sitting there to switch with."

I think I then threw up on his shoes. But don't tell me how smart Dick Cheney was.

Better get to bed.

W.