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a cannibal was walking through the jungle...

in reference to tonight's debates, i thought i'd share this joke that a friend sent to me yesterday:

A cannibal was walking through the jungle and came upon a restaurant operated by a fellow cannibal. Feeling somewhat hungry, he sat down and looked over the menu.
+ Tourist: $5
+ Broiled Missionary: $10.00
+ Fried Explorer: $15.00
+ Baked Democrat or Grilled Republican: $100.00
The cannibal called the waiter over and asked, "Why such a price difference for the Politician?"
The cook replied, "Have you ever tried to clean one? They're so full of crap it takes all day!"


Rebecca said…
very funny.

i don't think i'll be watching tonight. i end up being irritated and confused.

i only watched the VP debate to see what Palin was wearing.

i'm not proud...just keeping it real.
greg. said…
thank you for that vulnerability, rebecca. were you satisfied with her wardrobe choices, or were you, like me, a bit disappointed?
Rebecca said…
I wasn't crazy about the choice for the debate. The back of her dress had a tail feather or something weird on the back at the bottom of the jacket.

And it was all black. Or perhaps navy blue and my t.v. coloring isn't too good.

Either way...kind of drab.

And no accessories.

Accessories are a VP's best friend.

But I do really like her hair.

But I promise when I pull the lever in a voting box I will pretend that they are all bald and naked.

That sounded bad.
greg. said…
yeah, i didn't like her attire that night either. but i totally agree - she's got great hair.

as far as picturing them naked, um...not so much. i would be voting for my wife, and i'm pretty sure she doesn't want to be president right now.
Rebecca said…
i just meant i wouldn't vote based on their clothes or style or general appearance.

i knew the nekked part would end up sounding bad.
Rebecca said…
sometimes i post a comment so fast without thinking of its implications and then i end up feeling like i need to put my whole foot and half my leg in my mouth.

i'm really sorry.
greg. said…
hahaha - don't be sorry. i thought it was hilarious. good stuff.
Rebecca said…
I'd much prefer to re-type that I'll picture them all bald wearing burlap sacks.

I'm so relieved you aren't completely offended by my brashness.

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