Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Taftermath

Taft.
Aftermath.
Taftermath.

A president got stuck in his bathtub.
After word got out of that, how much must his credibility have been shot?

I think I would rather not be famous, if the choice is to famous for being that fat.
I'd rather be a nobody than President Bathtub.*

Cellulite.
Leader.
Celluleader.


* So far, wish granted!
Though, with the modern technology that exists now, a fat president could probably afford liposuction. Or a larger bathtub.

And I don't really think of myself as a nobody. I'm more of a whoever.

In conclusion, my wish is to be somewhere in between a nobody and a fat president.**

Genie.
Neither.
Geneither.


** Maybe a fit comptroller.
("Comptroller" is a real word, but looks like one I could have made up, combining "computer," "troll," and maybe "controller" for good measure.
So to clarify, my goal is to be a controlling, computing troll who is in good shape.)

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