George W. Bush - My Fake Diary

Thursday, 5 June 2008

Dear Dietary. Today has been another exciting daily day, I met the Queen of English for lurch and she was not amused. Heck, she didn't even laugh when I did my belly-dancing routine! My shrink came round the mountains for a little talk with me, and what a talk it wasn't! I had to ask Condi what he was talking about, and she just laughed and patted me on the head, like I was a child! I asks you, Dromedary, I really does. Shares in something or other was up, or down, or whatever - oh, and Condi is getting prettier every second, why can't she be Presider? Wel, ah's finishing this now, y'all, gotta get up early tomorrow to practise mah hick southern millionaire's accent, woohoo! Hot damn, cotton's high right now! Where's my teddy bear, Mom?