Obama and Bush just happen to meet up at the barber shop one Saturday morning. Bush insists that Obama go first. They share a little chit chat during the haircut. When the barber is finished, he asks Obama if he wants a little cologne. Obama says "No way, I don't want to go home and have my wife tell me I smell like a whore house."
Now it's Bush's turn. They talk a little light politics and who's their favorite football team. Soon, the barber is finished and he asks Bush if wants some cologne. Bush says "Sure, put a little on. My wife doesn't know what a whorehouse smells like."
Now it's Bush's turn. They talk a little light politics and who's their favorite football team. Soon, the barber is finished and he asks Bush if wants some cologne. Bush says "Sure, put a little on. My wife doesn't know what a whorehouse smells like."