Well a couple of nights ago I dreamt that I was sitting on a toilet in a public bathroom, with the stall door open. While I'm sitting there taking a dump, into the bathroom walks GWB, who stands at a urinal across from my stall. He keeps looking over his shoulder back at me, and is clearly having a case of pee-shyness. I give him a knowing smirk and close the stall door at which point he can be heard peeing.
If I had any prophetic powers whatsoever, I would say it means that Bush has the Secret Service clear out all public restrooms before he uses them because he's got a small wee wee.
