George W. Bush - My Fake Diary

Friday, 14 November 2008

Dear Diary, W. Here.

"Pencils could be made with an eraser on both ends but

what would be the point?" hee hee. How does THAT sound, Dear Diary? Wonder if it would put me in the class with yoga Beara? Still somehow I can't believe the press would say, "Good ole W." and slap me on the back.

(Later)

Well, I blew that all to shit! I waited for just the right moment and I cut loose with my Yoga-type bloomer just as somebody busted her ass when her chair folded up and no one heard me. So I said it again, only louder. But the lady busting her ass got me all bum-fizzled and I said "razer" instead of "eraser". So... Well would you look at this headline? "Is Bush Finally Cracking Up?"

That was a wisecrack! A bloomer! A....oh I give up.

W.