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Politics : PRESIDENT GEORGE W. BUSH -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: goldworldnet who wrote (166797)	8/1/2001 8:15:18 PM
From: ColtonGang	Respond to of 769670

Time to laugh............"Three brothers Neil, Jeb and Dub, were stumbling home late one night and found themselves on the road that led past the old graveyard. "Come have a look over here", says Neil, "It's Obidiah Jones' grave, God bless his soul, he lived to the ripe old age of 87." "That's nothing", says Jeb, "here's one named Butch Smith. It says here that he was 95 when he died." Just then, Dub yells out, "But here's a fella that died when he was 145 years old!" "What was his name?" asks Neil. Dub lights a match to see what else is written on the stone marker, and exclaims, "Miles, from Austin.".................................hahahahahahahahahaha

To: goldworldnet who wrote (166797)	8/1/2001 8:19:04 PM
From: ColtonGang	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 769670

More laughter.........."George W. Bush, Albert Einstein and Pablo Picasso have all died. Due to a glitch in the mundane/celestial time-space continuum, all three arrive at the Pearly Gates more or less simultaneously, even though their deaths have taken place decades apart. The first to present himself to Saint Peter is Einstein. Saint Peter questions him. "You look like Einstein, but you have NO idea the lengths certain people will go to, to sneak into Heaven under false pretenses. Can you prove who you really are?" Einstein ponders for a few seconds and asks, "Could I have a blackboard and some chalk?" Saint Peter complies with a snap of his fingers. The blackboard and chalk instantly appear. Einstein proceeds to describe with arcane mathematics and symbols his special theory of relativity. Saint Peter is suitably impressed. "You really are Einstein! Welcome to heaven! The next to arrive is Picasso. Once again Saint Peter asks for his credentials. Picasso doesn't hesitate. "Mind if I use that blackboard and chalk?" Saint Peter says, "Go ahead." Picasso erases Einstein's scribbles and proceeds to sketch out a truly stunning mural. Bulls, satyrs, nude women: he captures their essences with but a few strokes of the chalk. Saint Peter claps. "Surely you are the great artist you claim to be! Come on in!" The last to arrive is George W. Bush. Saint Peter scratches his head. "Einstein and Picasso both managed to prove their identity. How can you prove yours?" George W. looks bewildered, "Who are Einstein and Picasso?" Saint Peter sighs, "Come on in, George."