One day about a month ago, President Bush was looking for a provider.

He found three girls in a local lounge: a blonde, a brunette and (of course) a redhead.

To the blonde he said, "Ah'm the President of the United States. Now, how
much would it cost me to spend some time with you?" She replied, "$400."

To the brunette he asked the same question. Her reply was "$500."

He then asked the redhead.

Her reply was, "Mr. President, if you can get my skirt up as high as my
taxes, my panties as low as my wages, get that thing of yours as hard as the
times, keep it rising like the gas prices, keep me warmer than it is in
my apartment and screw me the way you do the public, then believe me, Mr.
President, it isn't going to cost you a damn cent."