The Adventures of George W. Bush
"It was all the cocaine and alcohol I did in the 70s and 80s, daddy," you protest. "I'm just not as...sharp as I used to be. Still just as handsome, though. Hehehehe."
Your father rolls his eyes. "At least we got Cheney and Karl to look after you." "Ya...but..." you stammer, feeling a little flustered. "Cheney's been kinda bossy lately. He's cut my bedtime back to 8:30 and he wont let me play with Pat Robertson anymore."
"He's right. It's the prudent thing to do, son," your father assures you. "Just do as Cheney says." "You're no help at all!" you rage. "I hate you!"
Your father yawns in disinterest. "That's nice, Junior."
Your father rolls his eyes. "At least we got Cheney and Karl to look after you." "Ya...but..." you stammer, feeling a little flustered. "Cheney's been kinda bossy lately. He's cut my bedtime back to 8:30 and he wont let me play with Pat Robertson anymore."
"He's right. It's the prudent thing to do, son," your father assures you. "Just do as Cheney says." "You're no help at all!" you rage. "I hate you!"
Your father yawns in disinterest. "That's nice, Junior."