This is an easy game, and anyone can play.

It doesn't matter which side of the political fence you are on.

All you do is fill in the blank in the following sentence:

"Vice President Cheney spent the first 18 hours after shooting his hunting companion_________________________________________________."

Here, I'll start:

"Huddled with his aides, trying to decide whether or not they could cover the whole thing up."

"...huddled with his aides, watching a Barbra Streisand movie marathon, starting with the unanimous favorite Funny Girl."

"...wondering how on Earth you could accidentally shoot a hunting companion."

"making a list of who he would tell to go f--k themselves as result of the incident."

...bathing in water cress and brocoli soup.

figuring out how he could use the same strategy to press the button marked "Launch Nukes to Iraq" and say it was an accident.

"...figuring out how he won't get caught because 'he was on a mission from god."

Don't you blaspheme in here!

Great stuff, DA.

It's even funnier, because I once tried (emphasis on tried) to make something like that, but I placed my dad's and uncle's faces on the bodies, instead.

Anyway, good find.

Thinking of a way he could blame this shooting on his heart problems.

Vice President Cheney spent the first 18 hours after shooting his hunting companion biting the heads off of bald eagles, drinking 1 litre bottles of crude oil, pissing on copies of the Qur'an, figuring out how he can divert public funds to Jerry Falwell, Pat Robertson, Benny Hinn, Daniel Pipes, Franklin Graham and Jimmy Swaggart, quietly reflecting on how "fair and balanced" FOX News is and practising his resignation speech just in case and his ascension speech just in case W chokes on a pretzel and doesn't make it this time. :p

...trying to figure out a way to explain how he could have confused a 78 year old man with a bird that weighs a pound and a half.

... knowing he'd get away with it. So he opened a bottle and lit a cigar. Then he kicked the guy he shot in the ribs saying "Don't f*ck with me."

"Vice President Cheney spent the first 18 hours after shooting his hunting companion brainstorming as to how he can profit from the situation. Then called designers in Halliburton and defined a project to make a digital gun that scans hunting buddies, so that it would prevent shooting when it is being aimed at them. Then came up with a commercial to promote selling it: "Even I wouldn't be able to shoot my buddies with this gun anymore..."".

incidentally....How can a credible Vice President be called Dick, which, as everyone knows, is a very colloquial form to name the...err...you-know-what?

I mean, if my name were Richard, I'd stick with Richard! Nicknames can be dangerous!

Just using the words vice and dick in the same sentence is scary enough.

What if your name was Richard Cranium?

aka Dick Head, you mean?

Trying to figure out how he could blame Saddam Hussein for it while the secret service was pouring coffee down his throat to sober him up.

Man Don T, you are one bitter guy.
What did Cheney do to you? Stand you up?, Not buy a round at the club?, Run over your Dog? Not wave to you as he walked by?

Think about it Lavs. For four years we had a Bush, A Dick and A Colin running our country.


Don Cardi

well, politicians may have different names, but are almost always made of the same stuff....

Getting back to the game.....he was ordering the chef to remove the feathers from the quail they shot, and having them sliced up, eating it as "Quail Tartare" and drinking the quail blood on the side.

Why isn't this in the "Games" section?