What would Cam do without Bush, truly?
Dec. 14th, 2005 06:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misscamOh, Bush. I saw you on telly again today and I thought "what would I do without you, truly?" And what would I do. You enrich my life. You broaden my horizon every time you speak - before you, I truly didn't know it was possible to mangle English so. You give me hope that truly anyone could be elected President, including the drool the cat left on my pillow. Your grin has a power that no other smile can match, propelling me from lazed non-caring to enraged hissyfit in 0.3 seconds. And such efficient fuel! The dying screams of my braincells as I headwall myself down the IQ scale. Environmentally safe like whoa!
And most of all, Bush, I love you for living in your lovely, shiny White House on the other side of the Atlantic with such a huge, huge, huge ocean of water between us, soulnemesis of my heart. Don't ever change. Don't ever move. Don't ever visit or, in my deep sadness over the fact that Norway is not worthy of that special brand of you, I'll be forced to take out the world with this fifty kiloton lutefisk.
And most of all, Bush, I love you for living in your lovely, shiny White House on the other side of the Atlantic with such a huge, huge, huge ocean of water between us, soulnemesis of my heart. Don't ever change. Don't ever move. Don't ever visit or, in my deep sadness over the fact that Norway is not worthy of that special brand of you, I'll be forced to take out the world with this fifty kiloton lutefisk.
