... I happened to look up at my Bush Countdown Calendar and realize we're a year away from the official end of our long national nightmare. I don't know about you guys, but I plan to be so blind drunk 366 days from now that when I wake up (naked, in a tree, with a string of pearls around my waist and only a fur pelt for cover) not only will I not remember Bush's helicopter boarding moment, I won't remember BUSH ...
I'm there ...
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