“We’ll go to Wall-Mart, get some cheesy clothes and shoes like most middle Americans wear then stop at the pound and pick up a Labrador. When we look the part, we’ll go to a nice old country bar in Montana and show them how much admiration and respect we have for the hard working people living there.”
So they did, and found just the place they were looking for in Whitefish, Montana . With the dog in tow they walked inside and stepped up to the bar. The Bartender took a step back and said, “Aren’t you Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi?”
“Yes we are,” said Nancy , “And what a lovely town you have here. We were passing through and Harry suggested we stop and take in some local color.” They ordered a round of bourbon and beers for the house and started chatting up a storm with anyone who would listen.
A grizzled old farmer came in, walked up to the Labrador, lifted its tail and looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders and walked out. A few moments later, in came another old farmer. He walked up to the dog, lifted its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and left the bar. For the next hour, another dozen people came in, lifted the dog’s tail, and left looking puzzled.
Finally, Nancy asked, “why did all those old farmers come in and look under the dog’s tail? Is it some sort of custom?”
“Lord no,” said the bartender. “It’s just that someone told them there was a Labrador in here with two assholes!”
