Did you hear that doctors at the Center For Disease Control in Atlanta pulled George Bush out of the ass of a deer tick?

The tick is not expected to survive. The tick has been diagnosed with Slime Disease.

George Bush and his neightbore are out hunting, when all of the sudden,the neighbor collapses to the floor, his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he stops breathing.

Bush calls Emergency services: “Hello? Hello?”
The calm voice of the emergency operator replies.
“This is emergeny services. What is your emergency?”

Dubya replies: “I was out with my neighbore when he fell to the floor. I think he’s dead!”

“Okay, calm down.” she says, following protocol. “First we have to make sure he’s dead.” The line goes quiet for a few seconds, and a single shot is heard.

George Bush goes back on the phone, “Okay, now what?”

“Want coffee.”

The waiter says, “Sure, Chief, coming right up.” He gets the Indian a big mug of coffee. The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts a buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter everywhere. Then just walks out.

The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand pulling another male buffalo with the other. He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter, “Want coffee.”

The waiter says, “Whoa, Tonto! We’re still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?”

The Indian smiles and proudly says, “Training for position in United States Congress: Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day.”