President Bush told a german interviewer this week that the high point of his presidency was when he caught a 7.5 pound bass.
What he forgot to mention was that he caught it on Bourbon Street.
Thank you! I’m here all week. You’ve been great.
Well, if you had asked me what the high point of his presidency is, I couldn’t think of a damned thing either.
Whodathunk both Dubya and I would finally agree on something - there has been no high point during his regime in office.
Sometimes, the man really comes across as Forrest Gump.
Heh. I like that.
Y’know, I voted for him, and I’m really getting discouraged. Maybe he’s just setting us up for a big finish.
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That obviously means something to Americans, but I don’t understand it.
Bourbon Street is a famous street in New Orleans’s French Quarter.
His departure.
I have to think that most of Bush’s moments in the presidency have been high ones.
You beat me to it! I was going to say “His high point is/will be his last day in office.”
I figured the high point of his Presidency was when he was standing on top of a pile of rubble…
… which is the city devastated by flooding from Hurricane Katrina, forcing the evacuation of most of the city and possibly the biggest domestic debacle of Bushie’s presidency after the 2000 Florida elections and the not-quite-as-blatant voter irregularities in Ohio in 2004.
Yeah, I read that bit about what Bush said was his high point and thought up my little joke. When I wanted to tell it to someone, it was either the cockroaches in my bedroom, the gecko that eats the cockroaches, or you lucky people.
Notice the high point of his presidency was catching a fish NOT Ossama bin Laden.
Wasn’t it a 7.5 pound perch?
It’s sad how much I know about this. The original transcript from the Whitehouse said perch, but then bloggers found out that perch don’t get that big. The Whitehouse explained Bush said bass but the article was in German and re-translated into English and they mistranslated bass as perch. It appears this is actually what happened.
Oh, please, God, no . . . .