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Mar. 30th, 2004
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Mar. 30th, 2004 03:26 pmSorta cute joke someone at work sent me:
One day in the future, George Bush has a heart attack and dies. He immediately goes to hell, where the devil's waiting for him.
"I don't know what to do here," says the devil.
"You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got three people here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves."
Bush thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to the first room.
In it was Richard Nixon and a large pool of water.
He kept diving in and surfacing empty handed. Over and over and over.
Such was his fate in hell.
"No," George said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer and I don't think I could do that all day long."
The devil led him to the next room. In it was Newt Gingrich with a sledge hammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time.
"No, I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented George.
The devil opened a third door. In it, Bush saw Bill Clinton, lying on the floor with his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.
Bush took this in in disbelief and finally said, "Yeah, I can handle this."
The devil smiled and said, "OK, Monica, you're free to go."
One day in the future, George Bush has a heart attack and dies. He immediately goes to hell, where the devil's waiting for him.
"I don't know what to do here," says the devil.
"You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got three people here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves."
Bush thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to the first room.
In it was Richard Nixon and a large pool of water.
He kept diving in and surfacing empty handed. Over and over and over.
Such was his fate in hell.
"No," George said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer and I don't think I could do that all day long."
The devil led him to the next room. In it was Newt Gingrich with a sledge hammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time.
"No, I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented George.
The devil opened a third door. In it, Bush saw Bill Clinton, lying on the floor with his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.
Bush took this in in disbelief and finally said, "Yeah, I can handle this."
The devil smiled and said, "OK, Monica, you're free to go."
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Mar. 30th, 2004 03:56 pmSo Lexapro it is. We'll see how it goes.
So I put off and put off replying to responses to my questions about meds from a couple of weeks ago, but please don't think I don't appreciate them. After it had gone a few days, I just didn't want to get back into it for some reason. Y'all know I'm a flake anyway. But seriously, thanks.
So I put off and put off replying to responses to my questions about meds from a couple of weeks ago, but please don't think I don't appreciate them. After it had gone a few days, I just didn't want to get back into it for some reason. Y'all know I'm a flake anyway. But seriously, thanks.