Nancy Pelosi called Harry Reid into her office one day and said,

"Harry, I have a plan to win back Middle America in 2012!"

"Great Nancy, but how?" asked Harry.

"We'll get some cheesy clothes and shoes, like most Middle Class Americans
wear, then stop at the pound and pick up a Labrador retriever. Then, we'll
go to a nice old country bar in Montana and show them how much admiration
and respect we have for the hard working people living there."

So they did, and found just the place they were looking for in Bozeman,
Montana. With the dog in tow, they walked inside and stepped up to the bar.

The Bartender took a step back and said, "Hey! Aren't you Harry Reid and
Nancy Pelosi?"


"Yes we are!" said Nancy, "And what a lovely town you have here. We were
passing through and Harry suggested we stop and take in some local color."

They ordered a round of bourbon for the whole bar, and started chatting up a
storm with anyone who would listen.

A few minutes later, a grizzled old rancher came in, walked up to the
Labrador, lifted up its tail, looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders and walked
out. A few moments later, in came another old rancher. He walked up to the dog,
lifted up its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and left the bar.

For the next hour, another dozen ranchers came in, lifted the dog's tail,
and left shaking their heads.

Finally, Nancy asked, "Why did all those old ranchers come in and look under
the dog's tail? Is it some sort of custom?"

"Lord no," said the bartender. "Someone's out there running around town,
claiming there's a Labrador Retriever in here with two assholes!"

My guess is, both Harry and Nancy promptly bent over to see for themselves.