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padmaclynneMore mcsweeney's:
Soon, it was 1981, and I was George Bush. It wasn't an easy job, being vice- president to Reagan; for one thing, he had an odd habit of, every time he saw me, announcing, "There he is! The vice-president! The president of vice! So, George, partaken in any vices lately?" After about the thirtieth time he did this, I snapped: "Jesus, Ron, get some new material already, would you?" He smacked me, hard; there was a handprint on my face for the rest of the day. I never sassed the President again.
Soon, it was 1981, and I was George Bush. It wasn't an easy job, being vice- president to Reagan; for one thing, he had an odd habit of, every time he saw me, announcing, "There he is! The vice-president! The president of vice! So, George, partaken in any vices lately?" After about the thirtieth time he did this, I snapped: "Jesus, Ron, get some new material already, would you?" He smacked me, hard; there was a handprint on my face for the rest of the day. I never sassed the President again.
