George Bush shows up for his morning brefing and the first thing that he gets told is that three Brazilian soldiers were killed last night in Iraq. President Bush starts to cry and begins going on about how much it pains him to hear about deaths from the front lines when all of a sudden he stops mid-sentance and asks, "Wait, how many is a Brizilian?


Let my dying thought be that every mile was fun and let my tombstone read,"They never made one fast enough for me."