Heh, Heh

I think Barack finally understandifies how stupedously difficult a job bein' President is.  Plus, he wasn't lucky like I was.  I had Dick ta tell me everything that needed to get done in my first seven years on ol' Penn Ave.  All Barry's got is Joe, who truth be toad . . . I never understand why truth is a toad . . . but anyways, truth be toad can't be much smarter than I am.

Bored

Wow, sure am bored. Retirement kinda sucks. Sure wish I could blow sumthin' up.

Goat

I know I sed goodbye an' all, but I just had to post this 'cause I think there're some Nigerian-thinkin' type people out there here in the media in our own American nation, 'cause their tryin' ta make a goat outta me fer the country's ills, when we all know it's all Bill Clinton's fault.

Anyway, here's two links to a story 'bout how police in Nigeria think some car thief turned into a goat to try to evade capture: Link #1, Link #2.

Man, that's jus' crazy talk.

Anyone with half a brain knows that if you wanna evade capture you oughtta turn into a cheetah or sumthin'.

Retirement Party

Wow, yesterday was a blast. Had the biggest retirement party ever. Not only did both 'Publicans an' Demoncrats come out to celebrate my eight years of office, but looking out over the mall it looked near 'bout the whole country came to give me a proper send off. Heck, even Aretha Franklin came out an' belted out a number fer ol' Dubya.

Oh yeah, an' they also swore the new guy in. After all, can't hog all the glory to myself.

Heh, Heh, Years of Secret Dodgeball Training Finally Pays Off . . .