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> > FUN WITH SADDAM AND BILL
> > - Submitted by Puneet
> > ____________________________________
> > Saddam Hussein and Bill Clinton meet up in Baghdad for the first
> > round of talks in a new peace process. When Bill sits down,
> > he notices three buttons on the side of Saddam's chair.
> > They begin talking. After about five minutes Saddam presses the
> > first button. A boxing glove springs out of a box on the desk and
> > punches Clinton in the face.
> > Confused, Clinton carries on talking as Saddam laughs.
> > A few minutes later the second button is pressed. This time a
> > big boot comes out and kicks Clinton in the shin. Again Saddam
> > laughs, and again Clinton carries on talking, not wanting to put
> > off the bigger issue of peace between the two countries.
> > But when the third button is pressed and another boot comes
> > out and kicks Clinton in the privates, he's finally had enough,
> > knowing that he can't do much without them functioning well.
> > "I'm going back home!" he tells the Iraqi. "We'll finish
> > these talks in two weeks!"
> > A fortnight passes and Saddam flies to the United States for
> > talks. As the two men sit down, Hussein notices three buttons
> > on Clinton's chair and prepares himself for the Yank's revenge.
> > They begin talking and Bill presses the first button. Saddam
> > ducks, but nothing happens. Clinton snickers. A few seconds
> > later he presses the second button. Saddam jumps up, but again
> > nothing happens. Clinton roars with laughter. When the third
> > button is pressed, Saddam jumps up again, and again nothing
> > happens. Clinton falls on the floor in a fit of hysterics.
> > "Forget this," says Saddam. "I'm going back to Baghdad!"
> > Clinton says through tears of laughter, "What Baghdad?"