Code Word....Hamburger Hat

I remember the day I sold George W. Bush that Hamburger Hat back in 96. I've heard he wears it late at night as he paces the Oval Office. They say one of the cleaning staff is an expert at removing ketchup stains from rugs, but they have to throw the footsie pajamas away every morning.

Let's see what the NSA computers make of this.

One more thing.

The Eagle flies on Friday.
Saturday I go out to play.

I can almost hear the Crown Vics roaring to life.