BUSH AND POWELL IN BAR

A guy walks in and asks the bartender, “Isn’t that Bush and Powell sitting
over there?”
The bartender says, “Yep, that’s them.” So the guy walks over and says,
“Wow, this is a real honor. What are you guys doing in here?”
Bush says, “We’re planning WWIII.”
And the guy says, “Really? What’s going to happen?”
Bush says, “Well, we’re going to kill 140 million Iraqis this time and one
blonde with big tits.”
The guy exclaimed, “A blonde with big tits? Why kill a blonde with big
tits?”
Bush turns to Powell, punches him on the shoulder and says, “See,
smartass! I told you no one would worry about the 140 million Iraqis!”

Rubber

One-day bush went to chemist shop and ask for a rubber…
shopkeeper. Its only 2 cents
bush.ok, give me 1…and bush opens the jar and took one chwinggum into his
mouth…the shop keeper said hay bush can u return me the rubber after using
it…
bush.why?
Shopkeeper. I will make chewing gums with that.

Instructions

To start the day rightly:
Instructions

1. Open a new file in your PC.
2. Name it “George W. Bush”.
3. Send it to the trash.
4. Empty the trash.
5. Your PC will ask you: “Do you really want to get rid of George W. Bush?”
6. Answer calmly “Yes” pressing firmly on the mouse’s button.

You are Bush

I am Saddam.
Saddam I am.
I am the ruler of Iraq,
The country that you would attack.

You are Bush.
Bush you are.
The fame of you has spread afar.

You do not like me, Bush, I know.
You would not like me in a show.
You would not like me in the snow.
You simply wish that I would go.

You say I used to slaughter Kurds.
You say that I use naughty words.
You say I have an evil stash
Of weapons of destruction (mass),
Of bombs and missiles, germs and gas.

You say I tried to kill your Pop.
Oh, how I wish that you would stop!
I promise you I have no stash
Of weapons of destruction (mass).

I did not hide them in a trunk.
I did not hide them in my bunk.
I did not hide them anywhere.
In short, they simply are not there.

Please don’t be angry, don’t be sore.
We don’t need to have a war.
Let’s go back to the good old days
When your dad and Reagan sang my praise.

I was your faithful ally then.
Why can’t we be friends again?
I say, let’s let this whole thing drop.
(My best regards to your dear Pop.)

Bush Hasn’t Got Time To Explain

(instrumental intro)
All those crazy right wingers cried, “Saddam’s a creep.”
Bush will send bombers and fake out sheep for his war.
‘Cause Bush hasn’t got time to explain…
He hasn’t got room to explain…
He won’t feel the need to explain.
“Convinced!” says W.
We’re going now – doesn’t matter what we find.
No backing down – he’s made up his mind.
‘Cause Bush hasn’t got time to explain…
He hasn’t got room to explain…
He won’t feel the need to explain.
“Convinced!” says W.
Suffering poll drops is this king; he wants Saddam, dead or alive.
Oil means just how much it costs to survive in this world.
Bush has shown us now, how oil fills his heart with love.
Why won’t he ‘fess up? We think it’s all that he loves.
Black gold pool from heaven.
He hasn’t got time to explain.
He hasn’t got room to explain.
He won’t feel the need to explain.
“Convinced!” says W.
He hasn’t got time to explain.
He hasn’t got room to explain.
He won’t feel the need to explain.
“Convinced!” says W.
(repeat refrain and fade)