I am in a bloody bad mood, thanks to my appointment with the useless psychiatrist today. Might write about it in a friends-only post, or I might just get on with my life. So here's a George W. Bush joke I received today. Don't know how old it is, but it made me laugh, so...
Washington, DC. April 1, 2003
An alleged terrorist attack has destroyed the personal library of President Bush.
It has been reported that both of his books have been lost in this tragic event.
The president is devastated, as he had not finished coloring the second one.
Also, after reading that an Australian woman had her rent rebate cut because housing officials mistook her teddy bear for a live-in partner, I have decided not to add any of my toys' names to the answerphone message. It would take too long to go through them all, anyway.
Washington, DC. April 1, 2003
An alleged terrorist attack has destroyed the personal library of President Bush.
It has been reported that both of his books have been lost in this tragic event.
The president is devastated, as he had not finished coloring the second one.
Also, after reading that an Australian woman had her rent rebate cut because housing officials mistook her teddy bear for a live-in partner, I have decided not to add any of my toys' names to the answerphone message. It would take too long to go through them all, anyway.
No Names
Date: 2003-04-10 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
I emailed him a while ago and have his correct number, and both he and I are moaning at them every time they call us by mistake. Apparently there is no way to propagate the correct information from the central database down to the various departments' sub-databases, which seems unlikely to me, but it's a different researcher who calls each time. And I'm usually not awake enough to care much beyond getting them off the phone.