Nancy Pelosi called Harry Reid into her office one day and said, "Harry, I
have a plan to win back Middle America in 2012!"
"Great Nancy, but how?" asked Harry.
"We'll get some cheesy clothes and shoes, like most middle Americans wear,
then stop at the pound and pick up a Labrador Retriever. Then, we'll go to a
nice old country bar in Montana and show them how much admiration and
respect we have for the hard working people living there."
So they did, and found just the place they were looking for in Bozeman,
Montana .
With the dog in tow, they walked inside and stepped up to the bar. The
Bartender took a step back and said, "Hey! Aren't you Harry Reid and Nancy
Pelosi?" "Yes we are!" said Nancy , "And what a lovely town you have here.
We were passing through and Harry suggested we stop and take in some local
color."
They ordered a round of bourbon for the whole bar, and started chatting up a
storm with anyone who would listen.
A few minutes later, a grizzled old farmer came in, walked up to the
Labrador, lifted up its tail, looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders and
walked out. A few moments later, in came another old farmer. He walked up
to the dog, lifted up its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and
left the bar. For the next hour, another dozen farmers came in, lifted the
dog's tail, and left shaking their heads.
Finally, Nancy asked, "Why did all those old farmers come in and look under
the dog's tail? Is it some sort of custom?"
"Lord no," said the bartender. "Someone's out there running around town,
claiming there's a Labrador Retriever in here with two assholes!"
have a plan to win back Middle America in 2012!"
"Great Nancy, but how?" asked Harry.
"We'll get some cheesy clothes and shoes, like most middle Americans wear,
then stop at the pound and pick up a Labrador Retriever. Then, we'll go to a
nice old country bar in Montana and show them how much admiration and
respect we have for the hard working people living there."
So they did, and found just the place they were looking for in Bozeman,
Montana .
With the dog in tow, they walked inside and stepped up to the bar. The
Bartender took a step back and said, "Hey! Aren't you Harry Reid and Nancy
Pelosi?" "Yes we are!" said Nancy , "And what a lovely town you have here.
We were passing through and Harry suggested we stop and take in some local
color."
They ordered a round of bourbon for the whole bar, and started chatting up a
storm with anyone who would listen.
A few minutes later, a grizzled old farmer came in, walked up to the
Labrador, lifted up its tail, looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders and
walked out. A few moments later, in came another old farmer. He walked up
to the dog, lifted up its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and
left the bar. For the next hour, another dozen farmers came in, lifted the
dog's tail, and left shaking their heads.
Finally, Nancy asked, "Why did all those old farmers come in and look under
the dog's tail? Is it some sort of custom?"
"Lord no," said the bartender. "Someone's out there running around town,
claiming there's a Labrador Retriever in here with two assholes!"
