On Friday, December 12, 2008, Bob and Cher Ryan were aboard a lime green O.U.T.R.A.G.E. jet headed toward St. Kitts. As he swilled an ice cold beer from the plane's refrigerator, Bob's eyes glazed over while he envisioned a 'working' Christmas vacation in the lush tropical breezes of the beautiful West Indies. He was meeting with the Presidential triumverate to discuss what Colin Powell had described as an "urgent project". Powell had told Bob, "We need some free thinkers...people who have grandiose ideas...and people that can implement those ideas. Your work on renaming the country impressed me because of all the original concepts you presented." As their brief telephone conversation ended, Powell said, "Bob, I need you down here right away. I'm sending a plane to the Toledo airport for you and your lovely wife. I'll see you soon."
Miffed because he had to drive to the Toledo airport, Bob dilly-dallied until the last minute, which caused the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. jet to miss its departure time and remain on the tarmac for another half-hour. The pilot made up the time taking a more direct flight than he had originally filed. Presidents Powell, McCain and Obama were waiting at the St. Kitts International Airport when the Ryans stepped off the jet. "I told you not to stock any beer," Powell whispered to one of the flight attendants as he approached. Bob Ryan was slightly inebriated, holding a half-empty bottle of beer in one hand as he tried to execute a smart salute with the other. "How do you do, your Presidentships,' he bungled. "It's my distinct pleasure to be here. Behere...beeehere....beehre....beer! Have you got beer? I'll alert the media!"
McCain and Obama chuckled at Bob's incapacities, knowing that he seemed to concoct some of his most brilliant concepts while well into his cups. Powell frowned, but - also aware of Ryan's surprising cerebral dexterity while 'under the influence' - sloughed it off as "business as usual".
Powell, McCain, Obama and the Ryans were quickly escorted to a private conference room where they began their talks in earnest. How could all of this new nation's ideas be coordinated and orchestrated into one 'grand plan'?
Bob rolled his eyes, sat back in his comfortable leather chair, and said, "Could you excuse me? I have to go to the store." He got up, left, and returned within twenty minutes with a chilled six pack under his arm. "Okay," he smiled, "now let's begin."
Miffed because he had to drive to the Toledo airport, Bob dilly-dallied until the last minute, which caused the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. jet to miss its departure time and remain on the tarmac for another half-hour. The pilot made up the time taking a more direct flight than he had originally filed. Presidents Powell, McCain and Obama were waiting at the St. Kitts International Airport when the Ryans stepped off the jet. "I told you not to stock any beer," Powell whispered to one of the flight attendants as he approached. Bob Ryan was slightly inebriated, holding a half-empty bottle of beer in one hand as he tried to execute a smart salute with the other. "How do you do, your Presidentships,' he bungled. "It's my distinct pleasure to be here. Behere...beeehere....beehre....beer! Have you got beer? I'll alert the media!"
McCain and Obama chuckled at Bob's incapacities, knowing that he seemed to concoct some of his most brilliant concepts while well into his cups. Powell frowned, but - also aware of Ryan's surprising cerebral dexterity while 'under the influence' - sloughed it off as "business as usual".
Powell, McCain, Obama and the Ryans were quickly escorted to a private conference room where they began their talks in earnest. How could all of this new nation's ideas be coordinated and orchestrated into one 'grand plan'?
Bob rolled his eyes, sat back in his comfortable leather chair, and said, "Could you excuse me? I have to go to the store." He got up, left, and returned within twenty minutes with a chilled six pack under his arm. "Okay," he smiled, "now let's begin."
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