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 brothel. '
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 brothel smells like.'
