Yes, somehow he managed to survive the perils of the pretzels. And the Secret Service spraying the streets of Crawford with the same foam used to cushion plane crashes has apparently paid off, as he has managed to survive every bicycle spill thus far.
And yes, defying all the odds, George W. Bush has managed to make it to age sixty without forgetting how to breathe. At least not for long, anyway.
What better reason is there to join us for Drinking Liberally tonight at Dish, starting at about 6:30? Give this strategically shaved chimpanzee the birthday toast that he so richly deserves.
I’m working on mine already. What rhymes with “assclown”?
***Incidentally, it’s also Sylvester Stallone’s birthday. So either way you go, you can raise a toast to a monosyllabic tool.