Furious George in Washington D.C.

My promoters decided I needed to see the capitol of the United States for some reason, so they took me to Washington D.C. Here I am in front of the Jefferson Memorial. I guess he was pretty important or something, but he's not going to fight me, because he's been dead for, like, four hundred years, or something.

My promoter, Tyler, told me that Washington D.C. was full of jackasses, but I though he was just joking around. I guess he's not as dumb as I thought.

I wanted to fight this guy, but I decided that wouldn't be very nice, since he's in a wheelchair. My promoter, Angie, said it wouldn't be a good idea to fight him because he used to be the President, so I might get in trouble by those Secretly Serving guys.

I don't know much about old Presidents, but I know the real President's name is George, just like me! My promoter, Tyler, says I'm smarter than him, and better looking too. Duh!

Well, it was obvious that I wasn't going to find a boxing match in D.C. Luckily, I did manage to find a cool bar, the Capitol City Brewing Company. There might not have been any good fighting in town, but at least they had good beer -- in little glasses that were just the right size for me, too.

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