So we're hangin' with Mr. President. He's rifling through our things and finds a cassette tape (!) labeled, "Bush Sucks." Then he turns on our iTunes and listens to the musical goodness. Then we take pictures with him with the digital camera we still don't have and say things like, "Our grandmother is right. We need good leadership."
And we say things like, "Our bad on the whole 'Bush Sucks' tape thing."
And we smile. A lot. He's quite the charmer.
Then we wake up, dumbfounded. Where the f*ck did that come from?
Thursday, June 22, 2006
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