Call me Bushy. I do.
You're in my space now -- the happiest space on earth, like Euro-Disneyland but in America. Terrorists and Frencheys need not apply. And I will happily go ON record to say this page "ain't affiliated with the Comedy Central" (even though I have my own awesome show on that channel, premiering June 13th)... this is the people's page -- gotta throw the people a bone, right?
Usually I close my eyes real hard, so it hurts, and then I just say everything in my head. The pain tells me it's working. Instead of talking those pain bubbles, I'm gonna type em... here we go again!
I feel like god wanted me to get on this myspace thing. I can't explain it, but I sense my country is going to need me to have this myspace page. Something is going to happen. I know it won't be easy for me or my family, but god wants me to do it.
Oh yeah... about me... about me... god, there's so much. Imagine you had an awesome Pop, lots of awesome money, a gang of cronies, an awesome joke making ability, a charming nicknaming talent, an awesome dog, and you lived in a big house AND played in an awesome band and were a hero... you'd be me. And then you'd know all about me.
Now, my 'rents raised me right (get it?)... with a father AND a mother, and the golden rule: pride. Lots of pride. Pride in myself to know I'm always right no matter what. And pride for my country.
Wave free, America.
This is where I am going to college if I can keep up my D average. My pop and his pop went there so it's pretty much a party school. S&B 4 Eva!
Now, I don't like the letter Y. Too aksy. I don't like letters with questions I can't answer. And speaking of patriots... here's my grandpa... Apricot Bush, or somethin'. He sure don't taste like apricot. I don't remember his name. But it's okay, he's dead.
He's pictured here (before he died)
He was the senator of SeeTee. I was born there, but then we moved to the much much much bigger state of Texas, where I was born again.
Texas is the cowboy state, for cowboys. They call SeeTee the Nutmeg State for it's as small as a nutmeg... and for it's beautiful nutmeg crops. They talk funny there... probably cause of all the nutmeg. It's also the "constitution state." Maybe that's the problem... too much constitution 'll make anyone talk funny.
This is my family.
This is my gang of cronies: Lil' Cheney, Lil' Condi, Lil' Rummy.
In this modern world of the internets, it's important to have a gang. Means you can do whatever you want. It's like having some kind of god on your side, only this god comes in 3 forms, and one of them is black.
This is where I go to school.
This is my mansion - the "White" House.
Jealous?
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