This is, unfortunately, a secondhand story, but one which I think bears repeating. The chain of credulity is fairly good, but as I haven't yet asked permission from the original source, I'm going to omit names to obscure his identity.
A close friend of mine works with a man from Texas. Some years back, during the President's "lost years", his family was holding a big party for their friends and neighbors. Since the Bushes lived nearby, they were among the people invited to the party.
Now, this family owned some large dogs, and as part of the cleanup preceding the party, he was sent out to get all of the dog feces out of the yard. Being a bit lazy, he decided that the easiest way to dispose of the feces was to chuck it in their pool, which was empty waiting for the pool boy to come clean it a couple days after the party.
The day of the party arrives, and the Bushes come over, along with everybody else. He comes across George W Bush in their kitchen, snorting cocaine off the counter. Bush then yells that it's time to go swimming and runs off to jump in their empty pool. Moments later, Bush is back, furious, with his hands filled with big clumps of dog feces.
And that, my friends, is how this man best remembers our current president: snorting cocaine and chasing him around angrily hurling dog feces.