Bill & Al

“I pain your feel.”

“Feel your pain, Al, its ‘I feel your pain’.”

“You do? That’s sweet of you!”

“Huh,” Bill sighed. “Alright Al, we are only 15 months away from next year’s elections in November. I wouldn’t worry much about Elizabeth Dull, Danny Boy doesn’te stande ae chance, but I’d keep an eye out for Bill Bratley and Bush “The Sequel” JR.”

Just then, Chelsea skipped in.

“Daddy-waddy-ditty-cho, there’s a woman outside at the front door, and she wants in.”

“Thank you, Chelsea-welsey-abu-toh. Send her to me.”

“OK, itty-ditty-daddy-o!” As Chelsea skipped out, Bill turned to Al.

“Finally, Lizard-Breathe has arrived.”

“Who?” questioned Al. Bill ignored him.

“Alright, Al. Now remember your public relations expressions.”

“I guarantee a tax exempt in every pot.”

“Good, Al. Save that for parole, uh, Perot.” Just then, Elizabeth came into the room. Al, of course, was the first to greet her.

 “Speak softly when you carry a big microphone.”

“What? Oh, how boring. I usually use air guitar.”

“Sorry, Lizzy, but you just can’t substitute a good saxophone. Right, Al?”

“Judge not a house based on the color of the paint but on the content of the pictures.”

“So this is the vice-president. I wouldn’t worry about staying in this House, because with my husband’s money and my good, uh, hair color…”

“Nice comeback.”

“Thanks, Bill. …I will become the first woman president of the United States!”

“I told you she lives up to her name, Al.”

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“I’ve been kind of a hardliner on this issue for more than eight years,” stated Gore on the TV.

“To whom will you vote for? Quothe the raven, ‘Never Gore!’” The group of three laughed.

“I can’t wait until I become the next president of the United States! I will keep us out of WWII and live in the White House, too!” stated Buchanan.

“''ey, it’s fabulous p’oppity!” announced Donald Trump.

“When I go to run for president, all the kids will vote for me! And, I’ll be able to wrestle down any opponents!” said Jesse Ventura, with a smile.

“Let’s not forget who we’re doing this for,” announced Ross Perot as he entered the room.

“We didn’t see your high-ness,” reported Buchanan.

“Was that a joke?” "MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.25in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">“No, sir. Please forgive me.”

“I don’t see why people won’t elect me President. I got my own Secret Service; plus, people wouldn’t need to worry ‘bout ‘ol Ross Perot since I got a truckload bill