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It was 2050 hours on the Ropes Course at Camp David. Dick Cheney was still on the Burma Bridge. They had begun at 0700 hours that morning, and the Burma Bridge was the first element.

“Honestly, Dubbya, I don’t why you ever gave that pansy the time o’day.” Donald stormed inside, disgusted.

But George liked Cheney. He felt a STRONG BOND with the man. After all, Dick had been in his daddy’s cabinet, and little Georgey had spent quite bit of time in that cabinet himself, for back-talkin’.

It was dark out now, and the war council was in the midst of a poker game. George could hear Rumsfeld shrieking “No fairsies, No fairsies. You assholes cheat.” He knew he’d have to go inside and be a leader, but hated to leave poor Dick alone.

“Tell ya what, Dick, I’m gonna sing you a song my mommy used to sing to me when I was just a boy. It might make you feel better. Stronger….ahem….

you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
you make me happy, when skies are gray….

“How’s that treatin’ you, Dick? Dick?”

Date Written: March 28, 2003
Author: Jimson S. Sorghum
Average Vote: 3

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