“Three guys have saved George Bush from drowning (probably in the ocean of blood poured by him in the world – D.) Bush wants to thank each of the three guys for saving his life. The first one wants a flight on a jet he’d never tried before. The second one wants a world cruise on the President’s private yacht. But the third chap makes an unusual request:
- Mr President, I want you to organize a proper state-funded glorious funeral for me.
Bush is confused:
- But you are such a young chap! Don’t you think it’s too soon for you to think of funeral?
- No, dude. As soon as I tell my Dad who I’ve saved, he will kill me”.
Thus, we came home laughing at the Super Clown (with Bloody Hands) of the world.
From Thoughtland
But I heard a better one before the election, where it says: The choice between Bush and Curry is the the choice between AIDS and cancer.