June 8, 2007 by Avy.

Since when should people care that the president has a tummyache? Should we give him a cookie forgetting back to work after a few hours rest? Or are they hinting at it being serious tummy issues. Either way, I just don’t care. Yet CNN does.

HEILIGENDAMM, Germany (AP) — An upset stomach forced U.S. President George W. Bush to skip some meetings at an international summit on Friday, but he rejoined the gathering after several hours of bed rest.

“He’s not 100 percent, but he felt well enough to return to the talks,” White House counselor Dan Bartlett told reporters.

The aide said the suspicion is that Bush fell ill with “some sort of bug, probably more viral in nature” and that it likely was unrelated to anything he ate at the summit of eight industrialized democracies being held at this seaside resort.

Laura Bush didn’t feel well a few days ago either, Bartlett said, but didn’t stop any of her activities.

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June 8, 2007 by Avy.

So I help you and you help me in the long run. I’m just sayin… This chick needs money. Money money money muhhhnay…. muuuh-nay.

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June 8, 2007 by Avy.

… could write a sdong like this. Seriously. “Sex Planet” is so corny it’s hilarious. Special thanks to mi amor for passing this along to me. (Seriously? Seriously.)

Jupiter, Pluto, Venus, and Saturn
I’m leavin Earth, girl, to explore your galaxy
10 to zero, blast off, here we go
We’ll be climaxin til we reach Mercury

I guarantee you’ll like it, it’ll take your breath away
Gonna get you so excited once I taste your Milky Way

So don’t trip, I got a giant rocket
Glidin through, just hittin your pocket

I’m about to take over and touch your soul
Once I enter into your black hooooooooooooooooole

Girl now that you’re next to me, we’ll be just like satellites
Watching over the Earth, we’ll make space our paradise

Girl I promise this will be painless, painless
We’ll take a trip to Planet Uranus, anus

Stick a flaaaag on the moon
First couple to ever make love on Planet Neptuuuuuuuuuuune

And if time allow us, we’ll be gone for hours
I won’t stop until I give you meteor showers

So get ready for liftoff babe
You ready? (yes) Hold on to this, here we go
R minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 3 2 1….
Babe, start our engines
then
blaaaaaaaaaaaaast off!

OOH SAID IT FEELS SO GOOD
WHEN WE blaaaaaaaaaast off

AND MY ROCKET IS SO FULL OF FUEL BABY
YES IT IS

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