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8 de Diciembre, 2007
The Pranker and the Pretendsident
Categorized under Humor | Tags: bush, war on terror
THIS IS sort of hilarious. And to make a bigger point, it shows why living in fear is not a good idea. You can beef up security until not a single ray of light shines from the nation's core no more, and still get a kid a world away creepin up ya phone line.
An Icelandic teen, MSNBC reports, figured out President Bush’s private phone number, and called it recently, leaving a message saying he was the president of Iceland and wanted Bush to call him back. When police visited the teen, after being alerted by Secret Service, he would not say how he learned the top-secret number. Big Head DC is speculating that he somehow deciphered the code from when Jenna Bush called her parents during a recent taping of the Ellen show.
Ellen. It's where the terror will originate, mark my words. MARK MY WORDS MISTER BUSH!
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Comentarios (2)
ELPuerco dijo:
A que huevos on this kid. Mas le vale.
Watch out! El Residente might start getting telemarketers, the real terroristas.
Palabras por ELPuerco spat forth on el 8 de Diciembre, 2007 at 04:06 PM
Tomas el Anglo dijo:
Many moons ago, during the Reagan Administration, I worked in commercial radio in order to put myself through school. At one of the stations where I worked, part of my Saturday morning duties was to call up the White House's Press Feed line after about 11 AM ET and tape the President's weekly radio address (it would get played on the air later in the day).
Most of us at the station found it unutterably hilarious that the phone number to call for that was 1-900-424-9090.
Or, put another way, 1-900-GAG-YOYO.
And as an aside, you can scramble the letters in the name "Ronald Wilson Reagan" to spell out "Insane Anglo Warlord." Check it out.
Palabras por Tomas el Anglo spat forth on el 10 de Diciembre, 2007 at 06:23 AM