Rumor has it that the President was just about to mount the Mrs, when he heard the hurricane had hit. He continued what he was doing for a complete seven minutes, then quickly dozed off.
Kerry in the meantime, was watching the entire thing happen on TV (the hurricane, not the Bush's lovemaking), and for a full 40 minutes he sat in awe. He then fled the VFW Hall flailing his arms about like a groupie at a Grateful Dead concert with his hair on fire. He bumped his elbow getting up from the bar, and has initiated the paperwork for a purple heart and a huminitarian service medal.
Myself, I was in the process of being hit on by a homosexual named Woody. I quickly changed seats and introduced myself to the Director of Sales for a bottled water distributer named Mina (a cute girl by the way), and continued to enjoy the sounds of Kalapana who were playing at the bar I was in.
What is the world coming to?