Plane carrying George W. Bush diverted after smell of smoke
updated 4:33 AM EDT, Sun June 16, 2013
George:
Honey,
let’s smoke some Mary Jane.
Laura:
Honey,
do you have to call it Mary Jane?
George:
What
do you want me to call it?
Laura:
Weed.
George:
How
about pot?
Laura:
No. Let’s just stick to Mary Jane, then.
George:
Oh
boy, I think this is Columbian gold, and not too many seeds either.
Laura:
Good.
The
last time a seed popped and nearly took out my left eye.
George:
O.K.
Where’s
the lighter?
Laura:
I
don’t know, but I’ve got a book of matches.
George:
O.K.
Strike
up the band!
Strike
a match!
Laura:
Gosh,
it’s been so long since I’ve used any matches.
George:
Go
for it, honey.
Let
her rip!
Laura:
Maybe
I’ll use two just to make sure they get lit.
George:
Sure.
Knock
yourself out.
Laura:
Oh,
George, isn’t this exciting?
George:
It sure is, but hurry up, the plane’s going to land any minute.
Laura:
(She
strikes two matches, but the entire book ignites, and her negligee catches
fire.)
George,
quick, get the fire extinguisher!
George:
(He
can’t find the extinguisher, so he grabs a seltzer bottle, and sprays Laura.)
Laura:
Now
I’m smoking!
What
a smell!
(The
fire alarm goes off.)
George:
Stash
the weed!
It
looks like we’re making an emergency landing.
Laura:
I
guess we’ll have to wait until we get back to the ranch.
George:
Yep.
Mary
Jane will just have to wait.
IT’S ABOUT RENEWABLE
RESOURCES!
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