Barack Hussein Obama, Ben Bernanke, and Hillary Rodham Clinton were driving across the countryside together while collecting money for the Democratic Party.
Way out in the middle of nowhere, Obama's car ran out of gas.
Destitute, the three hiked to a nearby farm and asked the farmer for overnight lodging.
Completely shocked and disgusted, the conservative farmer replied, "Well, we have a small place here. Maybe we can fit two of you inside, but one of you will have to sleep in the barn."
Being the supreme kiss ass, Bernanke struck a noble pose and replied, "I'll volunteer to sleep in the barn, Mr. President. I grew up near a farm." Then, off he went.
Ten minutes later, as everyone in the house was settling down to sleep, Bernanke returned the house, knocked on the door, and proclaimed, "It won't work. There are pigs in there. Cohabitating with pigs goes against my religion."
Barack and Hillary looked at each other in silence. Hillary reluctantly spoke first. "I'll go, Mr. President. You need your rest, sir." Then, off she went.
Five minutes later, Hillary returned to the house in tears and sobbed, "It won't work. There is hay in the barn and that reminds me of Bill's numerous rolls in the hay with Monica Lewinsky!"
Obama rolled his eyes and muttered under his breathe, "Damn, bitch! What would you do if we broke down beside a Cuban cigar factory?"
Hearing that, Bernanke chuckled, but Hillary, catching only part of it and fearing that she'd heard what she thought she'd heard, meekly said, "Pardon, sir?"
Barack responded, "Nothing, Hillary, nothing. Okay, look -- I guess I'll sleep in the barn. Never let it be said that your president is beneath sleeping in a barn if it means helping his Secretary of State and the Chairman of the Federal Reserve out of a jam." Then, off he went, all smiles.
Several minutes later, the farmer and his unwelcome guests heard a commotion outside the house followed by multiple knocks at the front door. The farmer raced to the door and found several pigs, cows, goats, and chicken demanding to be let in.
As the horde of animals entered the home, the largest alpha pig exclaimed to the farmer, "How could you do that to us? We simply refuse to sleep with that piece of filth in our barn! Oh, and he's out there right now raping your prize mare in her stall!" |
