OK, now this is going a bit TOO far...

On Apr 1, 2:41*pm, "Tom Littleton" wrote:
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...

George Bush walks into a bar down by the Ship Channel. He orders a
glass of muscatel and a Coors chaser. Cheney comes in, all messed up
with a half empty case of Duck loads and his fly open.
"Anyone need ammo for the Easter holiday" he wheezes.
"Get the **** out of here" says Loretta the bartender.
Seeing his VP for the first time since that episode in the closet, the
Decider drops to his knees and . . . .

Dave

"...tries to find all of the pills you obviously dropped rather than
take..."

HTH,
R

and thus concludes tonights Amateur Author's showcase.
I hope you all have enjoyed the two entries in our Politics Gone Mad theme.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * yeesh,
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *Tom

(Continued)
.. . . and cries out: "What have we done?! What have we done?!"
Spreading his arms wide, Bushie in high drama, continues, "My man,
we, and I mean WE have really done some bad ****."

Cheney, steps back, then, thru crooked lips he hisses, "DON"T YOU GO
LAYING THAT **** ALL ON ME YOU PECKERWOOD!!! MY DEATH SQUAD COULD OF
DID YOU TOO ASSHOLE!!!

Bushie startled, rolls right, then shinnies back, like he learned in
the Guard fire school.
"Sheeit Dick, why do you still have to scare me like that?" "I do not
care what Mom says.," "That just is not funny anymore, and never
was."

With the bouncer out sick, yet impatient for this weekly charade to
end by closing, Loretta threw in her 2 cents; "Look you guys, the
party's over, I gotta go, tonite why don't I just call Barbara to come
an pickup you two boys early?" She closed her eyes, crossed her
fingers and waited for the hoped for reply.
"We'll go quietly ma-am."

Dave