As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken. The barbers were both afraid to start a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics.

As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Clinton in his chair reached for the aftershave. Clinton was quick to stop him saying, No thanks, my wife

Hillary will smell that and think I've been in a whorehouse.

The second barber turned to Bush and said how about you? Bush replied: Go ahead. MY wife doesn't know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like.

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Contributed by Farley Iman, Los Angeles, USA
Khorsheed.com - Jan 2002