Bush: What’s this about the Quran?
Donald: What about it, George?
Bush: I heard that it was desse… dessa… dessi…; well, I heard that it was peed upon.
Donald: Not exactly, George. Some droplets of urine splattered on it from the vent.
Bush: Tell the soldier that the next time he misses it, he’s going to get more than a just a rap on his knuckles. And issue an apology; placate those queer Arabs.
Donald: And what about the photos, George?
Bush: Which ones?
Donald: The ones you took had asked of Saddam; to pretend that you had a ménage a troi with Abdullah and him in bed.
Bush: Have them enlarged. And the next time Tony begs for it, like he usually does; ignore him.
Donald: What about it, George?
Bush: I heard that it was desse… dessa… dessi…; well, I heard that it was peed upon.
Donald: Not exactly, George. Some droplets of urine splattered on it from the vent.
Bush: Tell the soldier that the next time he misses it, he’s going to get more than a just a rap on his knuckles. And issue an apology; placate those queer Arabs.
Donald: And what about the photos, George?
Bush: Which ones?
Donald: The ones you took had asked of Saddam; to pretend that you had a ménage a troi with Abdullah and him in bed.
Bush: Have them enlarged. And the next time Tony begs for it, like he usually does; ignore him.
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