The promise of a good quick mutual
climax (cut roses, oil money for all and free Iraqis singing in the streets)
drove them straight to penetration sans foreplay. (diplomacy)
After the first hour (year) of fruitless humping
it was decided that hitting a new spot (Forming a new Iraqi Parliament)
might do the trick. When that rub got old and their thighs began to
chafe (frustrated supporters) George and Co had to think
fast before their support began to go soft. (your guess)
It was time to try something really special, so George found
his favorite old buttplug (Karl Rove) and began to
stick it in everything it fit in. (particularly Valerie Plame's life)
Two and a half hours (years) into this night of passion (long hard slog)
George's hump has slowed nearly to a stop because of a bad cramp in his
ass. (the insurgency they didn't think would exist is kicking him a new
one) By this time the mattress is off the bed (poll numbers have
dropped to the floor) and the sheets are drenched. (America has
been soaked to the tune of $200B) To make matters worse he's developed
a really bad headache (Cindy Shaheen) which threatens to split his head
(remaining support) wide open.
It is especially difficult to understand how George
still fails to see his mistake considering he was repeatedly warned
that he had chosen the wrong door. (Country) He should, but
doesn't understand that no matter how long he bobs and flutters
his emasculated self upon his treasured one,
the Democratic Iraq of his wet dreams will never c*m. (come)