Political Pulp Fiction
(If you haven't seen Pulp Fiction, this may not be funny...)
Trent Lott is in dire straights. The pork money is okay but the Democrats keep messing up his game in congress. What's more is that everyone is predicting that those ninnies could keep control of the Senate thus limiting his ability to abuse others. He can't blame everything on Clinton anymore and can't think of anything productive to say. So the former male cheerleader calls the big dog, Dick Cheney.
Trent Lott: [high pitched desperation] What I want to hear is "Don't worry T, I'm on the motha f****. Go back in there, chill them n*** out and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly".
Dick Cheney: [slow deep voice]Don't worry T.
[dabs mouth with napkin at poolside]
"I'm on the motha f****. Go back in there, chill them n**** out and wait for 'W' who should be coming directly.
Trent Lott: [surprised excitement]Your sending 'W' campaigning for us to get back the senate?
Dick Cheney: You feel betta motha f*****?
Trent Lott: Sheeeiiit negro! That's all you had to say!
6:30:43 PM 
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