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So one day at the White House, Mr. George Bush is eating Cap'n Crunch cereal for breakfast. Of course, the Personal White House Maid had to open it for him because A; He's an idiot, B; He is a stupid, spineless, moronic, oil sucking, heatless idiot..
So Mrs. Laura Bush walks into the Official White House Dining Room still wearing her pink PJs with Peace, Love, Oil (That's all I want.) written on the chest.
"Hey Sweetums." She says cheerily.
"AHHHHH!!!! ASSASSIN!!!" Yells Bush and falls off his Official Oak Carved Dining Room Chair.
Sadly, Mrs. Bush shakes her head and sighs. "Dear. The Kerry-ites are NOT going to get you. Remember? We're going to FRAME him from afar via Swiftvote." She says soothingly, bending over and giving the president a head rub.
"Oh, oh yeah." Bush answers, slightly slurred. He sits back up in his fancy chair and begins to eat his breakfast out of an Official White House Gold And Silver Bowl.
"Dear," Says Mrs. Bush and she sits down across from him at the Over Fancy Carved Cherry Wood Table, "Don't you think it is a LITTLE wrong that we're stealing from poor, middle-class people that works two jobs apiece while we sit in all this luxury? I mean, SOMEONES going to cry out about this." Another thought struck her mind.
'Oh wait,' she thinks, 'They already HAVE.'
Still trying to eat his food, Bush raises his hand and snaps a finger. Immediately, two Robo Monkey Butlers walk out and inject Mrs. Bush with some kind of tranquilizer. She smiles her signature Heartless Rich Bitch White Trash smile and walks out the door to run a Heartless Rich Bitch White Trash garden club.
'That's better.' Thinks Bush. He starts to eat his cereal again when Cheney, up since 6'o' clock in the morning, runs into the room waving his arms.
"WE'VE GOT PROBLEMS!!!!" He yells. Again, Bush drops his Official White House Sterling Silver Spoon and cradles his head in his hands.
"What now?" Asks the Texan.
"The Demorats have found out about the Swiftvote!!!! WE'RE DOOMED!!!!!" Seeing that The Chimp is not listening at all, Cheney walks over to him, picks him up by the collar, and shoves the paper into Bush's face.
"OUR DAYS ARE NUMBED!!!!" Cheney screams, going purple with rage.
Again, Bush raises his hand without looking at the paper, and snaps his fingers twice. Four Robo Monkey Butlers walk out and take Cheney by the arms and haul him away to the Looney Bin. Down the hall, he keeps foaming at the mouth and screaming "OUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!!!!"
"Can I eat in peace now?" He asks the table and continues to eat his cereal. But then, he realizes that he is running low on milk!!!
"MAID!!!! BRING ME MILK!!!" He bellows at the top of his lungs. Instantly, a ruffled looking maid walks out wearing the Official White House Maid Outfit consisting of a bikini top and a mini skirt.
"Thanks." Says Bush and pours all the milk out into the bowl. He's a Joe with no coordination? What do you expect?
Crunching away on his meal, Bush reads the back of the carton. It reads:
MISSING: TRUTH
MISSING SINCE: 2000
LAST SEEN WITH: BILL CLINTON
SUSPECTS: GEORGE BUSH.
CONTACT KERRY/EDWARDS FOR POSSIBLE WHEREABOUTS OF SAID TRUTH.
(That was my first political joke. Not bad for a 12 year old, right?)
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