August 31, 2004
More Convention Coverage
I want to marry Barbara Bush.
No, not the grandmother. Intrepids know I want Bar to merely be my love slave. We go back a ways, from a stalking standpoint.
I would, however, like to squire the young one around on my arm as my trophy bride. I'd need two bedrooms, though. Well, actually three. There is the current Mrs. Velociman to satisfy, or avoid, as the case demands.
This is getting complicated, and I haven't even thrown Laura into the mix.
I have 3 rooms left at the Comfort.
A challenge: Who will bring the Bush Twins to Helen?
More importantly, who will keep the United States Secret Service from savaging me like a stray dog over the next four years?
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