Wednesday, September 19, 2007

~Cheering! by Xegbp~



He had made it to the pinnacle of his career. He was the President of the most powerful country in the world. He commanded one of the strongest armies ever to exsist. He had it all. Or so it seemed, but underneath it all he was a simple man. He liked hanging out with his friends and being on his ranch. When he looked in the mirror he did not recognize the old man who looked back. God, this job was way more stressful then anyone told him it would be. He really just wished he could go back to that time in his life when he had been the happiest. Cheering! Cheering! Cheering!

***A cheer for you.***

4 comments:

FranIAm said...

Title - Fuck You All! Fuck Yeah!

My name is George W. Bush. I come from a rich white family so fuck you all!

I am a cheerleader at Yale, a school I shouldn't have gotten into, but fuck yeah, I did. That's cause of my daddy and his daddy.

We've got money and you've got shit. Fuck yeah!

My name is George W. Bush. I come from a rich white family.

I am a drunk, a bigot and a lazy dumb ass. But I've got money. I am in Skull and Bones! Whooo boy! Fuck you all losers.

Maybe I will be president some day and then really fuck you all. Fuck you all and fuck you all up.

My daddy don't like me too much, but my mamma Babs knows that I am her boy. Just like her so fuck you all. Fuck yeah- me and mammy Babs.

My name is George W. Bush and I blow because you suck losers. Fuck you all. Fuck yeah!

xegbp said...

Title- Cheering!

He had made it to the pinnacle of his career. He was the President of the most powerful country in the world. He commanded one of the strongest armies ever to exsist. He had it all. Or so it seemed, but underneath it all he was a simple man. He liked hanging out with his friends and being on his ranch. When he looked in the mirror he did not recognize the old man who looked back. God, this job was way more stressful then anyone told him it would be. He really just wished he could go back to that time in his life when he had been the happiest. Cheering! Cheering! Cheering!

Comrade Kevin said...

In the small town South of the 1950s, our world revolved around Friday night's high school football game. Boys in flattop haircuts, driving souped up Fords and Chevrolets made a point to park alongside the stadium well before kickoff.

Some of these Bryl-Creemed pretty boys had been lucky enough to have scored girls--girls now seated alongside them in the front passenger seat. These young women, the latest crop of southern belles, frantically daubed at their faces with powder and blush while they were in the process of being shuttled to the game. Each young woman arrived at the stadium dolled up in fine fashion, unknown to their mothers, who would have not approved of heavily rouged cheeks, mascaraed eyelashes, and lipsticked mouths.

Not blessed with enough athletic ability to be one of the deified gladiators, these same duck-tailed boys, dressed in penny loafers and green checkered fitted shirts, made up for that particular deficiency in their pursuit of the fairer sex.

The deacon of the Southern Baptist church read a prayer over the loudspeaker and we all bowed our heads in reverent silence. No one questioned this ritual, nor did he or she question the jauntily staccato performance of "Dixie", led by the marching band that brought the pre-game festivities to a conclusion.

Rion said...

These are all good!