Thursday, February 02, 2006
Making an Oil Pledge
Making an Oil Pledge
"America, we've got to get our fat asses off for-een oil! Sorry, no detail. I've gotta run. My Suburban motorcade is driving me to the airport where I'll board Airforce One and fly to my ranch (where I'll get another motorcade) and then take a manly truck out into the back-40 where I'll pretend-cut scrub-oak with a bigg-ass gas chainsaw. While I'm gone, do you folks mind carpooling and opening some new nuke-u-ler reactors?"
Sigh....does any really believe this crap?
"America, we've got to get our fat asses off for-een oil! Sorry, no detail. I've gotta run. My Suburban motorcade is driving me to the airport where I'll board Airforce One and fly to my ranch (where I'll get another motorcade) and then take a manly truck out into the back-40 where I'll pretend-cut scrub-oak with a bigg-ass gas chainsaw. While I'm gone, do you folks mind carpooling and opening some new nuke-u-ler reactors?"
Sigh....does any really believe this crap?
