George W Bush and Barack Obama somehow ended up at the same barber shop. 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 Obama in his chair reached for the aftershave. Obama was quick to stop him saying, “No thanks, my wife Michelle will smell that and think I've been in a whorehouse.” The second barber turned to Bush and said, “How about you sir?” Bush replied, “Go ahead; my wife doesn't know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like.”
Figaroly speaking, not sure the location matters as the Marriage of the debt run up under these two will be the Moz art kids can shoulder. Rossinitly it's become clear we've all been screwed and it stinks. AT
Sheesh, just Carmen down! Wasn't Boris Godunov for you lot, or couldn't William Tell you that if you couldn't afford The Threepenny Opera, The Beggar's Opera would do! There's nothing wrong with bordello sex workers, other than that their reputations tend to get tarnished by being associated with politicians and moral hypocrites.
