The Plaid Sheep was the briefest of ventures into music for George W. Bush during his heady days at Yale, made even briefer by the fact that he couldn’t sing or play an instrument. The group’s first gig at the Purple Pit failed miserably. Although George managed to get a few screams from the front-of-stage coeds when he twirled his scarf, his spastic bongo solo during a folk version of “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" cleared the room. Even his bandmates left the stage after he launched into a diatribe about supply-side economics. His drummer would later become his Assistant Secretary for Water and Science.
“It’s just an artist’s concept.” he pointed at the drawing. “See, the toilet is really a genie, installed into the astronaut’s bathroom by an Arab plumber who found it in his crazy aunt’s old collection.” He grinned weakly.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No, no—see, the astronaut is all straight-laced and stuff, and the genie, she keeps messing up his plans with her well-meaning hijinks.”
“Right, so…how does he call the genie out of the toilet?”
A pause. “Oh. Umm…he has to…you know.” Sweat beaded his forehead. “Okay, you’re right, you’re right, scratch that.” He slid over a new sheet. “Here’s one you’re really going to love. A group of strangers get’s stranded on a remote island that has an old nitrous oxide manufacturing plant on it. I call it ‘Giggling’s Island’. Anything?"