Had a dream about George Bush the other night.
I dreamt that i died and went to heaven. While being shown around by St Peter we came across the biggest room i had ever seen with millions and millions of clocks, and every so often the big hand on millions of clocks would jump a minute.
"Whats this room?" i asked
"This is everyones time of life" exclaimed St Peter
"Why do they jump every minute so often?" i ask
" Whenever someone has a w*nk they lose a minute of their life" he says
" I can't see George Bush's?" i say
"Were using that as a fan in the kitchen" he says