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“Ooooh, Chirac and Kofi, I’ve always loved a little whine with my sleaze.”
“Smells like Texas”
“Talk to the hand, Frenchy, ‘cuz the face ain’t interested.”
J.
Jacques misunderstood what Condoleeza meant, when she said she liked to be licked around the ring.
While Bush looks despondent after forgetting to make reservations again, the take-charge Condi discretely slips the elderly maitre’D a sawbuck.
While pretending to kiss her hand, Jacques atempts to palm a slip of paper with his cell phone number into Condi’s clentched fist.
GWB thinks: “I feel someone trying to pick my pocket! Kofi was right behind me… naaah, he wouldn’t do that, not at a funeral, would he…”
Thought bubble for Rumsfeld: “I’m going to have to do the Eagle Claw Death Grip on all those people who say I’m in drag. … Dammit, my pantyhose are riding up again.”
Condi: “Come here, Igor. The President needs his shoes shined.”
Condi:”Pull my finger and I’ll turn around and blow you a kiss.”
As those in the know around him burst into laughter, George Bush tries to maintain composure. He fooled yet another gullible world leader with his “Let me introduce ya to Oprah Winfrey” routine.
Condi (thought bubble) Thank God Laura warned me he gives wet kisses. Yeeeeks.
Wedged tightly between Rumsfeld in drag and a pensive Bush checking if his shoes are on the right feet, the diminutive North Pole emissary to the Pope’s funeral waits patiently to discuss the wonders of mayonaise with a real Frenchman.
Talk to the hand, THE SECRETARY OF STATE, OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS NOT LISTENING.
As Condi lands a vicious left hook to Chirac’s chin, Mr. Bush can’t help but think, “Now slap his silly French ass again.” And Kofi Annan, noticing the commotion thinks to himself, “I sure am glad I brought Glenn Close as my bodyguard!”
Oh, it’s right-hook, my bad.
Bush: “That’s not where I would have him kiss”!
hee hee… his hairy palms tickle!
Remembering the trauma of the last Chirac kiss, Laura Bush shrinks between her husband, President George W. Bush and the aging Donalta Rumsfeldia as Chirac presses his luck with Secretary of State, Condi Rice. Rozanne Barr was also in attendance.
“Psst. Don’t punch him in the teeth, Condi. There’s a camera pointed right at us.”
“Please, Ms. Rice, I implore you—don’t let him seek regime change in Paris…”
“Mais oui, you are correct, Dr Rice. It does appear to be a ganglion cyst.”
Bush singing to himself:
“Got a black magic woman, got a black magic woman…”
The smiling woman thought bubble: “Why does that ugly American get a hand kiss from Jacques Chirac and all I get is a damned pocket rocket?”
Mon dieu! This smells a lot better than Yasser’s shmeckle.
“Mmmm …. Tastes like chicken….”
Slurp, slurp slurp.
Condi shows she could teach Maplethorpe a thing or two about fisting an ass… while Bush regrets his decision to make both Rummy and Condi wear dresses as method of ensuring good behaivor…
Get up, Jacques. I was kidding when I said there was a German behind you.
BUSH: Pssst… Condi. Count your fingers when you get that hand back.
Chirac: “I better learn to kiss her hand now, because when she is President I am going to be kissing her a$$ anyway”
Condi: “Note to self: When I’m President, remember to wear gloves when in France.”
mmmm I just love chocolate condi
Jaques distracts President Bush and Secretary Rice as Kofi Annan lifts the President’s wallet.
condi: dubya is he gonna start humping my leg?
Bush: if he doesn’t let her hand go in three seconds, there’ll be another funeral to attend.
Headling: U.S.-France Relations Warming at Papal Funeral Mass
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Chirac:((castrating Aunt Thomasina))
Condi: ((simpering frog))
Bush: ((I can’t watch this))
Jaques Chirac kisses the hand of our new Secretary of State, Condi Rice, being the gentleman he is but a kiss does not make for a stand up man
Cin.dy
Bow down before me Surrender Monkey!
In his latest Mr. Magoo moment, Chirac kisses the hand of the new Pope.
Alright frenchie – I let you get away with kissing my wife, but what did I tell you about kissing my Secretary of State last year ?
“Psst, dump the chimp, I need a new PM – one with big brass Balls!
Thinking quickly, Jacques Chirac does his best to make Condolezza Rice’s right hook look like something other than what it is.
All went well until he sneezed.
“You know Jacques, this reminds me of my last trip to the ranch in Crawford. The Veterinarian had me put this arm up that heifer, clear up to my arm pit.”
Mmmmmm… Oil… of O-Lay.
The French have always made important military contributions.
Mr. President:
Since the Euroweenies have gotten DDT banned, I fear that I am going to have to use some of my sick time to recover from the case of frog cooties I am sure to get.
I will be back on the job as soon as medically possible.
Condi
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