Ahhhhhh, George

I haven’t written much this week, because I’ve been busy building a website. This site was a real rush job, my fellow developer and I went from zero to completely done in three days of coffee-fueled coding and design madness. But the results are quite attractive (we think), as you can see by visiting it here:

http://www.foodflirt.ca/

I don’t normally create websites but that seems to be changing. Interestingly enough the site is built using the same software (WordPress) that runs this blog. I’d love to hear what you think and if you like that kind of classy, minimalist style. The business this is for is also really cool, though I don’t recommend visiting the site if you are really hungry – doing so tends to make my mouth water and my stomach growl.

Anyway, enough about me, time to get back to our favourite American president, George W. Bush. This was sent to me today:

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George Bush has a heart attack and dies. He goes to hell where the devil is waiting for him.

“I don’t know what to do here,” says the devil. “You’re on my list but I have no room for you. But you definitely have to stay here, so I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’ve got three people here who aeren’t quite as bad as you. I’ll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I’ll even let YOU decide who leaves.”

George thinks that sounds pretty good, so he agrees.

The devil opens the first room. In it is Richard Nixon and a large pool of water. He keeps diving in and surfacing empty-handed over and over and over. Such is his fate in hell.

“No!” George says. “I don’t think so. I’m not a good swimmer and I don’t think I could do that all day long.”

The devil leads him to the next room. In it is Tony Blair with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he does is swing that hammer, time after time after time.

“No! I’ve got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day!” yelps George.

The devil opens a third door. In it, George sees Bill Clinton lying naked on the floor with his arms staked over his head and his legs staked in spread-eagle pose. Bent over him is Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.

George Bush looks at this in disbelief for a while and finally says, “Yeah, I can handle this.”

The devil smiles and says, “Monica, you’re free to go!”