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Pretend You're President Bush

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Close your eyes and imagine yourself in the Oval Office, behind the desk and taking phone calls from around the world on issues of the day. Boy, it gets pretty tiring talking all that time, doesn't it? Ask for some warm milk and take a nap on the carpet after your "G.I. Joe" sleeping bag is laid out by Laura (remind her that Cobra Commander scares you, so she needs to make sure he's near your feet and not bunched up towards your chest).

There, that was a good sleep, wasn't it? Unforntunately, while you were dreaming that you are Frodo and Gollum was trying to take your magic ring, you missed an important meeting with Defense Secretary Rumsfeld over the possible abuse of prisoners at Gitmo. But don't worry, Laura made a video presentation of what you need to know to address the press out in the Rose Garden later this afternoon (compliment her on the easy-to-understand pie charts).

Condi Rice wants to discuss the possible repercussions of Iran's nuclear program, but you want to play football in the Blue Room! Maybe it's time for another nap...

A photo-op with Nigeria's new democratically elected leader ends badly when you try to pin him to the ground to show what a strong, growing boy you are. But Laura smoothes things over by telling President-Guy that you're under "a lot of stress" trying to pick Sandra Day O'Conner's replacement on something called "the Supreme Court".

Make a call to the Burger King down the street, because you could really go for a McRib right about now before you have to leave for a state dinner with Tony Blair. Uh oh! Looks like you'll have to change shirts before you leave (Laura has an extra tuxedo handy for this situation).

It's 9:00, and you're cranky. All day long, people have been bugging you about something called "the G8", but you're confused. You thought it was called "Fantastic Four". Laura prepares your milkshake to calm your tummy, but you spit up and need wiping down. As Lee Greenwood's "Proud to Be An American" plays on your iPod, you return to the land of Middle Earth and leave the problems of your second administration behind for just one night.

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Pretend a British cop kicked the shit out of Bush. It coulda happened. :shrug:

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Or maybe he just FELL OFF HIS BIKE. :evil4:

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AGAIN. :rofl:

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