Post #272 George W. Bush's 'Cajones' Have Been Shriveled

Bedtime falls on Dallas. A faint glow shines from the bedroom of former President George W. Bush. W. steps out of the bathroom, buck naked. He makes some movement at his crotch.

W. (looking down): Look, Laura.
LAUBA (sitting up in the bed): I know. (Laura swivels, hangs her legs over the side and pats the bed, inviting W. over. He sits next to Laura.) That's what happens when somebody does something you could not do. Obama killed bin Laden, and now his 'cajones' are nice and full, and yours.... (Her voice trails off.)
W.: Who knew bin Laden was so important?
LAURA: Everybody knew -- except for those in the White House.
W.: Yeah, you're right -- it was Dick and Don who insisted we go after Saddam Hussein. But we got him.
LAURA: Yes, you did, dear.
W.(plaintively): He was a bad man... and probably would have liked to have had WMD one day.
A minute of silence.
W.: I saw a poll on FOX News where 11% of Americans said that I deserved credit for bin Laden's death.
LAURA: Oh, they are giving you credit for leaving Obama a target.
W.: Does this mean I'll lose my place on Mt. Rushmore?
LAURA: Take your nightly sip of your 'cough medicine' (Laura hands him a bottle. W. takes a snort and lies back on the bed. Laura messages his temples.) and go to your 'Happy Place,' and I'll dream of Obama for you.
W.: Thanks, Laura.
LAURA: Goodnight, Bar -- uh, George.