Dubya the Fighter Pilot

George Dubya Bush swaggers into the Officers Club in his fighter pilot suit after a long, hard day of photo shoots.

He sits at a table with a group of fellow "fighter pilots" and the men start swapping flying stories, trying to out-do each other with their masculine prowess.

In a few moments, a very young, attractive waitress approaches the table to take the men's orders. Right away all the guys try to impress the sweet, young thing with their macho, fighter-pilot appearance. Dubya, in particular, really goes overboard with the grinning and smirking.

The young lady, trying to act interested, casually mentions to Dubya that she likes his pilot wings and then asks him if there is any way that she could possibly get a pair of wings like that, too.

Dubya gives her the once over, leers at her slyly and in his best Texas drawl says, "Now darling, there's only two ways that you could possibly "earn" these wings. The first way is by completing the most intensive, grueling, rigorous, flight training in all of the armed forces."

"The second way," he says, winking at her, "would be to sleep with a fighter pilot."

"Is that right?", she replies batting her eyelashes.
"Who did you sleep with to get yours?"