Off Topic The Rep Brothel

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One day in the future, Barack Obama has a heart-attack and dies.
He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.

"I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got a couple of folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves."
Obama thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to the first room.
In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. Ted kept diving in, and surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and over he dived in and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.
"No," Obama said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer, and I don't think I could do that all day long."
The devil led him to the door of the next room.
In it was Al Gore with a sledge-hammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time.
"No, this is no good; I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented Obama.
The devil opened a third door. Through it, Obama saw Bill Clinton, lying on the bed, his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.
Obama looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, "Yeah man, I can handle this."
The devil smiled and said...........

"OK, Monica, you're free to go."
 
They say that sex is the best form of exercise. Correct me if I'm wrong but
I don't think 2 minutes and 15 seconds every 3 months is going to shift this
beer belly.
 
NO Speak English
A German woman married an American gentleman born in
Virginia and they lived happily ever after in his home town.

The poor lady was not very proficient in English, but did manage
to communicate with her husband. The real problem arose
whenever she had to shop for groceries.
One day, she went to the butcher counter and wanted to buy
chicken legs. She didn't know how to put forward her request,
so, in desperation, clucked like a chicken and lifted up her skirt
to show her thighs. Her butcher got the message and gave
her the chicken legs.
Next day she needed to get chicken breasts, again she didn't
know how to say it, so she clucked like a chicken and unbuttoned
her blouse to show the butcher her breasts.
The butcher understood again and gave her some chicken breasts.
On the 3rd day, the poor lady needed to buy sausages.
Unable to find a way to communicate this, she brought her
husband to the store...and what do you think happened













What were you Thinking would happen?
Well Her husband asked for the Sausages of course?
Her husband speaks English....hellooo