
He has what appears to be what we lack in the White House — Moochelle excepted!

Who’s the Rocket Scientist who came up with WTF?

Got to MV today. That’s what we elite call Martha’s Vineyard. Chelle wanted to go for some ice cream. Ya know, I don’t mind, but I wish she would at least order me a sundae, too. I think she’s still mad at me about me and Reggie and the coconut cream pies.

I gathered the Galesburg HS football team around me to show how cool and athletic I am. I woulda caught that ball, too, if the stupid kid (who looked a lot like George Bush!) had thrown it right. And the kid it bonked on the head would have been OK if he had worn his helmet and not gotten in my way. I think there was a headwind, too, because I almost caught the ball but circumstances beyond my control snatched it from my grasp.
| Reggie and I were having a hoot on the bus trip this week, what with the coconut cream pies and the ice cream cones and having a smoke whenever I damned well pleased. And then Chelle called. “BAH-Rock! Don’t you think you can just mosey all over the countryside with that Reggie Love from now until whenever. I am ready for a that vacation to Martha’s Vineyard and you best get your skinny ass out here. I have not had a vacation since my visit to my brother last week and now I have shopped myself ragged getting the lobster and the Dom Perignon. Mama and I will go ahead and eat without you.” So I told Reggie we better get on AF1 pronto and head east. (Sigh) |