Michael.
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- Location
- UK (Surrey)
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The first President of the United States from the Bronx calls his mother and invites her to come for Thanksgiving.
She says, "I'd like to, but it's so much trouble. I mean, I have to get a cab to the airport, It's too much trouble."
He replies, "Mom! I'm the President! You won't need a cab - I'll send a limousine for you!"
His mother replies, "I know, but then I'll have to get my ticket at the airport, and try to get a seat on the plane, and I hate to sit in the middle. It's just too much trouble."
He replies, "Mom! I'm the President of the United States! I'll send Air Force One for you - it's my private jet!"
To which she replies, "Oh, well, but then when we land, I'll have to carry my luggage through the airport, and try to get a cab. It's really too much trouble."
He replies, "Mom!! I'm the President! I'll send a helicopter for you! You won't have to lift a finger."
She answers, "Yes, that's nice, but, you know, I still need a hotel room, and the rooms are so expensive, and I really don't like the rooms."
Exasperated, he answers, "Mom! I'm the President! You'll stay at the White House!"
She responds, "Well, all right, I guess I'll come."
The next day, she's on the phone with her friend Betty:
Betty: "Hello Sylvia, so what's new?"
Sylvia: "I'm visiting my son for Thanksgiving!"
Betty: "The doctor?"
Sylvia: "No, the other one."
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The first President of the United States from the Bronx calls his mother and invites her to come for Thanksgiving.
She says, "I'd like to, but it's so much trouble. I mean, I have to get a cab to the airport, It's too much trouble."
He replies, "Mom! I'm the President! You won't need a cab - I'll send a limousine for you!"
His mother replies, "I know, but then I'll have to get my ticket at the airport, and try to get a seat on the plane, and I hate to sit in the middle. It's just too much trouble."
He replies, "Mom! I'm the President of the United States! I'll send Air Force One for you - it's my private jet!"
To which she replies, "Oh, well, but then when we land, I'll have to carry my luggage through the airport, and try to get a cab. It's really too much trouble."
He replies, "Mom!! I'm the President! I'll send a helicopter for you! You won't have to lift a finger."
She answers, "Yes, that's nice, but, you know, I still need a hotel room, and the rooms are so expensive, and I really don't like the rooms."
Exasperated, he answers, "Mom! I'm the President! You'll stay at the White House!"
She responds, "Well, all right, I guess I'll come."
The next day, she's on the phone with her friend Betty:
Betty: "Hello Sylvia, so what's new?"
Sylvia: "I'm visiting my son for Thanksgiving!"
Betty: "The doctor?"
Sylvia: "No, the other one."
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