The unique call of the extinct Whooping Hootenanny bird can only be heard in the distant memories of a handful of inuits... and right here: Woot! Woot-hoot-hoople-woot-poot! Dooble-shoop-shoop! Heh, heh.
In an attempt to connect with a group of Hip Hop artists and thier fans at a speaking engagement in Harlem, Bush. flashed a gang sign he had seen on TV. Unfortunately for Bush, the sign represents the West Coasts and the president was immediately shot in the head.
The president has apparently been released into the wild, and it's now open season for snarky comments. 
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"Hey, have y'all ever looked at your hands? I mean, really looked at your hands? Damn, this is some primo doobage."
The specifications for the President's pre-screned audiences are getting very stringent and specific...
(It's also being used at our friend Dependable Renegade's, so I'll just recycle for your exclusive readership:)
Look! He's trying to sign something! "Nine... eleven... changed... everything?!?" That doesn't make any fucking sense at all!
Lemme get a whoot whoot....
The unique call of the extinct Whooping Hootenanny bird can only be heard in the distant memories of a handful of inuits... and right here: Woot! Woot-hoot-hoople-woot-poot! Dooble-shoop-shoop! Heh, heh.
In an attempt to connect with a group of Hip Hop artists and thier fans at a speaking engagement in Harlem, Bush. flashed a gang sign he had seen on TV. Unfortunately for Bush, the sign represents the West Coasts and the president was immediately shot in the head.
"Galileo, Galileo!
Galileo Figaro..."
"Mr. President, if you're going to spew, spew in here"
"I been trying to do that Vulcan thing, like you see in the commercial . . ."
"No, no, no! I need a little more pianissimo from the ferns, and you conifers, this is an allegro tempo. Make it lively, dammit!"
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