It all started when Obama and Limbaugh met

Manilo said, "Uh, Limbaugh you're sitting on my lap." Embarrassed, Limbaugh went to the next stall over and walked in on Obama who was right in the middle of

speech writing.He was cribbing notes off the walls of the stall. "It's my way to keep in touch with the man on the street", said Obama.Limbaugh warmed to the topic. "I got Feminazi

derelict riff-raff barking on my snorkle," Limbaugh complained. Obama looked away awkwardly. He'd dealt with Rush's sort in high school. "Gosh, I gotta go now," Barack politely

stammered, backing out of the room, wishing right at that moment that assault weapons had not been banned after all. "Joe, you deal with him."Barack turned and fled, leaving the VP

to take command of the ghost train as it whizzed through the dark tunnels. A witch in a less than believable costume jumped out at the VP and asked about fiscal policy

beliefs. "MY PRIT-EEEeeEE!" the Vice President said. He grabbed her by the throat, ripped off her black/pink stockings and magic broomstick, and flew off on it to go

cuddle with her furry black cat because everyone knows how much the Vice President likes pussy. When he got there, he

found that the black cat had been stabbed with a link of pork sausage. Putin was infuriated. He called the Secret Police to find the killer and then played Candy Land to calm his

shredded nerves. Then he invaded Crimea-- and the rest is history.