Here is the story so far... (Phew took me ages..) Dear Mr. President, you lied to all of america about the freaking oil, you son of a gun. so i love processed chicken spread on a big plane which is about to be eaten by ogres who are very good on chicken pie. You killed my mum, incidentally while making out. I wish you'd stop being a raw turkey eater because I hate turkey. Especially raw turkeys. Their radiation causes my skin on my couch Which then stains on the monkey's nasty brown @$$ Silenced So I left you a surprise party in your meeting room of parties and such and we plan to make the make the moose dance around in girls' frilly underpants which look like fat cows. Why do the dogs Lick their own house. when they chase cats and eat white clocks. But then the cats he chased ran into the president's room of...