As the Bush twins retrieved their soiled undergarments after a typical night of entertaining as many South American lotharios as can be "entertained" by two overly indulged, under supervised, drunken sluts, their father meanwhile was preparing for the ultimate sexual experience. He was going to be cornholed by 300,000,000 American, simultaneously.
Now, cornholed may seem like a crude word, but actually it's more acceptable here than the actual "I" word which is truly so dirty that it may not even be thought of let alone spoken.
Here's how it went down.
As George lay in bed naked, dreaming his pleasant, recurring dream of black people drowning in New Orleans, he awoke with a start. It was a drumbeat. Boom Boom Boom..... off in the distance.... a drum beat that he kept hearing...... seemingly everywhere he went. Like a jungle drum. Did George have Jungle Fever? Maybe dipping into Condyloma Rice had "changed" him.
But no, that wasn't it. It wasn't Jungle Fever. Though he certainly was hot for Condyloma. No, the drumbeat was something more sinister. More dirty. More filthy. More pornograhic.
It was an army of swarthy, sweaty, large genitaled bloggers. Clamoring. Clamoring for George. Clamoring for George's ass. And they would not be deterred.
We want George. We want George. We want George........ IMPEACHED.
Oh my God, they said it. An electric shock ran up George's spine. He'd never been violated in this manner before. And the thought of it filled him with dread..... and anticipation. What would it be like to have the foot of over 300,000,000 people up your ass, simultaneously? It can't feel good. But, the pain may be....... DELICIOUS.
And it was.
The end.