There are just six days until Bush is out of office, guys. What the hell does one do in the last 144 hours in office anyway? Sign yearbooks? Maybe he’ll vandalize some walls with “Administration of 2010 rocks!” But once he’s gone, don’t be sad, folks. He’ll have gone to a big farm in upstate Texas, where he can run around and chase rabbits and clear brush and shit. We swear, he’ll be way happier up there anyway.
Tomorrow’s forecast: George Bush makes friendship bracelets for Dick Cheney and Condy Rice, but Henry Paulson gets jealous. Maybe if he hadn’t royally fucked over the economy, he would have gotten one.