Mitt Romney is heading home from Logan Airport. From his limo he sees a guy eating
grass. He tells the driver to stop
and asks the guy why.
“I can’t afford food, so this is all I can eat.”
“Zany. Please get in and I’ll take you to my home.”
“But my wife and six kids are out here, too.”
“Plenty of room. Let’s head home.”
Back at Romney’s mansion, the guy says, “Thank
you so much for your generosity.”
“Think nothing of it,” the candidate replies.
“My lawn’s about three feet high.”
(I’m assuming Mitt can’t find a decent lawn service
that passes a background check, and “for Pete’s sake, I’m running for office!”)
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