a-Hunting We Will Go
“Hey Karl, I here you’re going dove hunting?”
“I sure am Dick, want to come awong?”
“Sure, let me get my shotgun…”
So it was that Karl Rove and Dick Cheney opened dove season in Washington D.C. and set about stalking the “Wild Dem” doves on Capitol Hill…
“Shh, be wary quiet, were huntin’ Dems” said Karl. “Oh but wouldn’t be gwait to bag the biggest dove of all… Owh Gore!”
“I hear he lives under the steps of Capitol Hill. Let’s sneak over there…” suggested Dick.
“OK” said Karl. “Hmm maybe he is behind that tree over there?”
“No, he couldn’t get any support from those branches on the hill.”
“How about behind that big rock over there?”
“I don’t think so, otherwise he’d be hugging it.”
“Well, there is that bush. Could he be behind the bush?”
Karl and Dick look at each other and say, “Nah, he’d never be behind a Bush. Ah ha ha ha ha!”
“Maybe we should go inside for the doves?”
“Good idea Dick… Get weady to open fiwa…”
And as they rounded the door they were greeted by a scene of doves and hawks and set about shooting at just about anything that moved. When the smoke cleared and Karl and Dick went about to see what they had bagged, they found they hit nothing at all.
“Damn…. I forgot the one comedy rule that must apply here…”
“Watt’s that Dick?”
“You can only shoot your friends in the face.”
Ah-beh-ah-beh-ah-beh… That’s all folks!