It was a normal day on the bike path until the President rounded a corner and saw Helen Thomas roll in front of him. While she blended well with the craggy rocks and cactus, the movement startled him. He took the high road and fell off his bike rather than injure himself more severly by absorption into the cravasses of the wrinkled reporterette.
ROLF!!!
Actually, W mistook Helen for an large horny toad.
Now THAT is funny!!!!