Last night I was talking to Stephen on the phone. I had forgotten to call him on Sunday to wish him a happy birthday, so I was taking care of business.
For some reason, I have no idea why, we started talking about “W”. Stephen kept calling him “Bush”. I said, he is no bush, he is more like a “shrub”. To which Stephen replied, “I always thought of him more like a landing strip.” I then said, “He doesn’t even qualify as a landing strip, he is more like a brazilian. We all know there is just nothing there.”
I guess that’s what you get when you put two hard-up people on the phone… Even the president’s name becomes sexual.
Oh I feel your pain… and understand.
Eitehr way – I find it incredibly entertaining!!!