Bush travels to the border and learns how to cover tracks.
“Aah can this work with emails in the intertubes?”
“Guaranteed for 18 and a half miles, Mr. President.”
“Can we get a big one of these to go over the Middle East with?”
“My fellow Merkins, we have the solution to our energy crisis. Behold the new oil dowser!”
“If you’d had one of these things at Tora Bora, Mr President, you’d know which way Osama went.”
Don’t be afraid Mr. President, it’s only your shadow.
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