Wednesday, November 19, 2003
George W. Bush sniffed a long line of cocaine from the Philippeno girl's back, took a swig of absinthe and belched loudly. He looked down, Tony Blair was still sitting motionlessly at his feet, gazing up at him with devotion in his eyes, toying idly with one of the tassles on the French maid's outfit that George liked him to wear.
"I've been told that the package has arrived." Blair reported breathlessly.
"And?" Bush raised an eyebrow. Truth be told he couldn't remember what Blair was talking about, but he remembered Rummy had told him that if he acted like he knew everything that was going on then people would often fill in the blanks for him.
"Loz has received The Two Towers Special Edition and will be too busy watching that to come to any of the demonstrations. Without Loz the Anti-Bush campaigners will crumble before us and we will be unopposed when we announce that we are taking over the world!"
Bush smiled, then remembered himself.
"What's this 'we' bitch?" He growled. He reached down and twisted hard on one of Blair's pert nipples until the premier squeeled in pain. "I don't remember giving you permission to speak either."
"Sorry Daddy..." the chastised Prime Minister whimpered.
"Better..." Said Bush, taking another swig of absinthe before sending the glass flying to shatter on the fireplace above the prone corpse of Prince Charles. He lent back and unzipped his fly. "Now show me how sorry you are..."
"I've been told that the package has arrived." Blair reported breathlessly.
"And?" Bush raised an eyebrow. Truth be told he couldn't remember what Blair was talking about, but he remembered Rummy had told him that if he acted like he knew everything that was going on then people would often fill in the blanks for him.
"Loz has received The Two Towers Special Edition and will be too busy watching that to come to any of the demonstrations. Without Loz the Anti-Bush campaigners will crumble before us and we will be unopposed when we announce that we are taking over the world!"
Bush smiled, then remembered himself.
"What's this 'we' bitch?" He growled. He reached down and twisted hard on one of Blair's pert nipples until the premier squeeled in pain. "I don't remember giving you permission to speak either."
"Sorry Daddy..." the chastised Prime Minister whimpered.
"Better..." Said Bush, taking another swig of absinthe before sending the glass flying to shatter on the fireplace above the prone corpse of Prince Charles. He lent back and unzipped his fly. "Now show me how sorry you are..."
