As heard on Randi Rhodes Air America this afternoon and as linked to there and seen on a US News and World Report website, we get a small glimpse into our president's lighter, more personable side.
Animal House in the West Wing
He loves to cuss, gets a jolly when a mountain biker wipes out trying to keep up with him, and now we're learning that the first frat boy loves flatulence jokes. A top insider let that slip when explaining why President Bush is paranoid around women, always worried about his behavior. But he's still a funny, earthy guy who, for example, can't get enough of fart jokes. He's also known to cut a few for laughs, especially when greeting new young aides, but forget about getting people to gas about that.
Armed with this information, new nicknames for the president are sure to follow. Maybe those of us who have sometimes referred to Bush as a "FRAT" boy are dyslexic?
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Commander-in-Chief Cheese Cutter
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8 comments:
yeah, all hail the chief gasbag! still don't understand why this explains his paranoia around women, though. you can tell by the euwwwh look on laura's face, she has been the beneficiary of a few W's over the yrs. D.K.
hmmm I better get Rory over here....and I guess we all are indeed dyslexic....
LOL - i just got it - frat boy -- haa haa
baby bush is still the #1 idiot in my book...i can't wait till 08
AZ, "I can't wait til '08" would make a great bumper sticker!!
and I'd like to ask fartboy (re: his AWOL natl guard period), "Where were YOU in '72?" ... cuz we all know & official FOIA records imply, by his acts in that year alone, he is UNFIT to be Commander in Chief. D.K.
Hell, Deke, you make a good point -- but it just makes me think of all the other diqualifications (countless) of Our Only President, that cheeky little monkey. Makes one almost wax poetic, perhaps Shakespearean, even. In the interest of saving space, I'll just say -- the answer, my fffffffriend, is blowing in the wind. Full of sound and fury, signifying nada.
Geez, somebody "crack" a window.
And Dada, I caught that on Randi, too. God bless her, she got on a rant and had me rolling. I think the only flatulence cliche she missed was the fire-blast. Then again, maybe she wanted to spare us all the mental image of Rove following Shrub around with a Zippo.
Damn. Now it's stuck in MY head. I need a drink.
enigma: rory is here! and proud that he broke the story of the prezinints wind first!
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