George W. Bush - My Fake Diary
Friday, 14 March 2008
Dear Condi, I mean diary. I am writing this as a war-torn-pod-puppet president without a single precedent to my actions. Granted my gene pool's always been without a life guard, and granted all those great ideas I used to have were just roaches hatching. I'm so mentally alienated at this point that a CAT scan has divulged that my brain was nothing more than a seedless watermelon. Hell, until only a week ago discovered that a veto isnt a form of athletes foot that prescribes countless doses of Frito's..probably has something to do with my Bell's Palsy that never goes away. More on that diary as it developes.
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