Sunday, August 31, 2008

Do my eyes deceive me ...

... or is that the Commander-in-Grief sitting in the FEMA command center? He looks confused, though I think he's going for "concern" with his expression. Or maybe he's daydreaming, longing for the days of Katrina, when he was in Crawford kicking back with his boots on the coffee table and a cigar between his teeth. On the other hand, maybe he's trying to figure out how to pronounce Gustav. Goose-ta-Vee? Is that Italian? Boy I could sure go for a plate of spaghetti about now. Maybe some of that par-mees'un cheese. Mmmm. Cheeeeeeez. Don't drool. Must. Not. Drool.

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