George Bush and Barack Obama somehow ended up at the same barber shop.

As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken. The barbers were even afraid to start a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics.

As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Obama in his chair reached for the aftershave.

Obama was quick to stop him saying, “No thanks, my wife Michelle will smell that and think I’ve been in a whorehouse.”

The second barber turned to Bush and said, “How about you, sir?”

Bush replied, “Go ahead. My wife doesn’t know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like.”


Vermont Town Votes on Arresting Bush, Cheney

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Here’s the sort of dorm-room nonsense which, when carried out by retirees and brain-numbed ex-hipsters, revokes any possible membership ever in the Take Me Seriously Club. To think they let these mental midgets around other human beings!
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