my bad if this is up already:
G.W. Bush and John Kerry somehow ended up at the same barbershop.
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 Kerry in his chair* reached for the aftershave.* Kerry was
quick
to stop him saying, "No thanks, my wife Theresa will smell that and
think
I've been in a whorehouse," The second barber turned to Bush and said,
"How
about you?"
Bush replied, "Go ahead, my wife doesn't know what the inside of a
whorehouse smells like."
G.W. Bush and John Kerry somehow ended up at the same barbershop.
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 Kerry in his chair* reached for the aftershave.* Kerry was
quick
to stop him saying, "No thanks, my wife Theresa will smell that and
think
I've been in a whorehouse," The second barber turned to Bush and said,
"How
about you?"
Bush replied, "Go ahead, my wife doesn't know what the inside of a
whorehouse smells like."