So what happens to Obama and McCain in the bar?
The bartender says, “wow! A zombie and John McCain.
Then Fauxcohontas and O-C walk into the same bar.
A lot of other people would duck, avoiding a bump on the head.
Well – suddenly these two guys with suits and sunglasses on peek in the door… and before you know it… President Obama and John McCain walk in the door. Well – nobody in the bar seems to notice – on account of this is a bona fide redneck bar… not CNN headquarters. Nobody else has no idea those two are in there.
And they set there – right in front of me at the bar. And they ordered beers and commenced to arguing. It was like one of the President’s famous beer summits – right there in the Duck Inn. It was like I was being a witness to history.
These boys are throwing back long-necks… John McCain keeps drawing something on a bar napkin… and the President keeps shaking his head. McCain would grab another napkin… write some more numbers… and the President would take a gulp of beer… and shake his head.
Well – at that point – I couldn’t stand it no more… so I started pretending like I was refilling the corn-nuts… to get a peek at what they were writing down. But every time I got close… this big dude with the sun-glasses stepped in there to keep me away. And the President and John McCain really started shouting at each other.
Finally I go…what in the hell are you two fighting about… before I kick your butts out of the bar!!? And John McCain holds up this napkin… and he goes – ‘I’m trying to show the President if we go after ISIS in Iraq… we could accidentally kill ten-thousand innocent civilians… and one bodaciously hot blonde with a huge rack.
And I think for a minute and I go…’Why do you got to kill one hot blonde with a great rack?’
And McCain nudges the President and he goes… ‘See, I told you nobody would care about the civilians…
McCain was arrested for aiding terrorists in a sting while Obama was rolled up as an illegal with fake SS number and ID.
McCain bellies up to the bar, and asked the bartender for a nice glass of brimstone. As he takes a bitter, burning sip, he turns around and sees Obama.
"Hey, when did you get here!" McCain exclaims.
BTW: That was my gradad’s joke, can’t take credit for it.
That is not answered.
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The bartender said “We don’t serve assholes”, so they both walked out.