The President's Blog

All these people and their harsh words about me and my presidency, don't they get it? I am the the President, god danged it! That means they are not supposed to question my athority. I am President. Anyway, I don't really care about them anyway.
Condi came over last night, and boy did we have a close one. I thought Laura had already left for this trip over to Africa to see some black lady who was elected President somewhere, so Condi and I were just watching "28 Days" (I love Sandra Bulluck), and I was starting to feel a little fresh, a little "jungle fever" if you will, and started to scoot a little closer, 'cause after all, we are hoping to make her President after me, and we were starting to, hal shall I say, feel a little warm and tingly towards our vurtual gravities, and suddenly the door opened and there was Laura, walking in with Scott to talk about what she was supposed to say tomorrow.
Now see, I thought it was kind of rude that she did not knock, but I asked around later today and most of my friends said their wives don't knock either. I just don't get that. What if you are having a private moment or something. I remember getting caught by my dad in eighth grade when I was having a "private moment" and it was about the most embarrassing thing in the world.
But so I think we pulled it off. Condi made like she had dropped her pen and was looking for it under the sofa, and I said I had just sit down for a moment to see what she was watching.
Boy, Condi is so nice, and so beautiful too. Sometimes I think I could divorce Laura and settle down, maybe even pop out a few little ones with Condi. And her ass... to use the parlance of our time... her ass is so, soo hot. But I shouldn't be saying any of this... But I can't imagine anyone ever reads these blog things anyway...