The Adventures of George W. Bush
You hear that Colin Powell is in town, visiting old friends at the State Department. You walk in to the office of the Secretary of State, Colin's old hangout. Nobody seems to be around. "Hey Colin!" you yell. "I need some advice!"
"Advice?" says an angry voice in a dark corner of the room. "You NEVER listened to my advice! I'm the only sane person that was ever a part of this administration! You're all a bunch of neo-con corporate loving lunatics!"
He comes forward to reveal that he's clutching a vintage M-16 rifle. "This ol' baby served me well in 'Nam, and it's gonna serve me well today. I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago!"
Powell hits the trigger. Bullets spray everywhere, with several hitting you directly in the chest and head. You die instantly.
"Advice?" says an angry voice in a dark corner of the room. "You NEVER listened to my advice! I'm the only sane person that was ever a part of this administration! You're all a bunch of neo-con corporate loving lunatics!"
He comes forward to reveal that he's clutching a vintage M-16 rifle. "This ol' baby served me well in 'Nam, and it's gonna serve me well today. I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago!"
Powell hits the trigger. Bullets spray everywhere, with several hitting you directly in the chest and head. You die instantly.
