As of today, Tuesday, August 30, 2005…
I am now eligible to run for U.S. President.
There are going to be some changes around here when I am finally in charge.
If any Dopers are hoping for a position on the Monstre Cabinet, feel free to persuade me as to why you are the best qualified for the job. Monstre is very selective.
Monstre For President in 2008
I want some cake, dammit…
Happy Birthday, I presume?
(Someone kill me, because I just heard that in a King Friday voice.)
Oh, and can I be the Press Secretary?
I want to be Minister of Lookin’ Sexy.
And possibly Undersecretary of Underwear.
I have references.
Well, it’s either BD#35, or Monstre just became a natural-born American citizen.
Certainly. I presume this means you are now in charge of all ironing. Here are a few of my shirts – I’ll need them done by 8:00.
Well, you’ll have to apprentice to me on that one, but you can be that underwear thing.
“just became”… hee hee 
Hmph. Even Lobsang’s “I’m bored and drunk” threads get more action.
Well, then… TellMeI’mNotCrazy, Hung Mung, and Cerowyn will get cabinet positions of their choice.
As President Monstre, maybe I’ll just deport the rest of ya’ll… 
And too bad for my ineligible brother – he was a C-section…
Happy (late) Birthday! Hope it was nice!
W00 H00!!
I’m now Minister of Lookin’ Sexy!!
Of course, I may have to serve some jail time because it’s a CRIME to look this good!
Cat? Put the mirror down and buckle in. Holly says we’re about to make the jump to light speed. And Rimmer’s whingeing again…
I wanna be on your Cabinet.
I’m female & sexy.
Oh, and I have a thing for teachers.
Am I in?
Well, as future Prime Minister, I’ll be sure to be calling your office soon.
I mean, we know who really calls the shots around here.
Me and **Kyth ** can make out in the Oval Office.
Kyth, you don’t mind, right?
You have to ask?
Now, less talk, more of these… diplomatic discussions…
As Minister of Lookin’ Sexy, I approve this message.
I’d like to be Secretary of Procrastination, or, failing that, maybe Vice President.
And I’m willing to make out with Anaamika and Kythereia to get the job, of course.
Oh, and Happy Birthday!
Absolutely! The desk in the Oval Office is certainly big enough.
Where is Monstre, anyway? Passed out from the excitement? He *is * getting on in years.
Happy Birthday!
Don’t mind me, I’m just a UN Observer, here to watch Anaamika and Kythereia’s negotiation tactics.
In that case, I want to be Secretary of Secretly Placed Webcams.
First, belated Happy B’Day.
Second, meh! The only “job” I want is Vice Monstre in Chief. Nice accomodations, nice pay, no responsibility. Just make a few stupid statements a year, spell ‘potato’ wrong, and the veem is set. I’d be a 5-digit poster within hours!