Most Flatulent President In History -- IV

FANFARE, and then:
ANNOUNCER: The sphincterous skidmark drawer printing Warhole-in-chief returns to roryshock and steps from behind the gas-billowed curtain for another set of stench-trench dispatches. Recall that Bush has been renowned for his flatulence since childhood, refining his seat thunder to a fine art while president of Delta house at Yale, and never tiring of getting a rise out of people by means of one of his remarkable crack blasts so often accompanied by his mindless giddy giggling. No function of state, no casualty report, no news of natural disaster, is too solemn to escape W's puerile fart humor. Ladeez and gennelmenz, Part IV. Don't forget to click the graphics to expand 'em.


Muffled by the seat cushion, Bush’s lethal creeper soon reaches the King of Jordon’s nostrils. The King exhales forcefully yet discretely, trying to blow the noxious gas away from his face. The press has learned to stay at a safe distance during these post-lunch photo ops. microphones on the longest available extension booms have become standard equipment. bush looks on with fascination, closely studying the King’s reaction, with rare concentration: