George H.W. Bush

by Smiley McGrouchpants Jr.

                   George H.W. Bush took his cock out and began stroking it.  “The Reverend Sun Myung-Moon, of course, is a good friend, and the Washington Times[1] is an independent source.”  He coughed.
                   “Now, you're probably wondering why I'm down here in South — Central America,” he smiled.  He started stroking his cock again.  “Well hopefully I won't lose the election to some newcomer who goes on Arsenio Hall plays saxophone and wins over the general population!”
                   He grins again.
                   “Now why would that happen?”

                                                             THE END

[1] Run at a $100 million dollar a year loss — it's in David Brock's Blinded by the Right (2002), didn't you know that? — ed.