This morning, driving to work, I had a vision...
George Bush, high as a kite, hiding in a fort he made out of couch cushions (dull orange and yellow floral pattern), listening to "Life During Wartime", and pretending like he was actually fighting the war himself.
We got computers, we're tapping phone lines
I know that ain't allowed...
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