Tony Blair's at his office, swirling his thumbs and sitting on his ass and burning sheep and doing whatever the British PM does. The phone rings, the phone connected to Washington. Tony picks it up.
"Oh, hello, George."
"What, you want to discuss foreign policy?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
Another typical day of the special relationship. But then something changes. Blair stops smiling, tightens his eyebrows, straightens up and sternly intones
"NO!"
and closes the phone.
Aides come to room. "You said no..." "How dared you?" "I wouldn't have dared to say no..."
Blair kicks back, smiles a bit, puts his hands behind his head and answers:
"Well, George just wanted to know whether I have ever noted any disrepancies in our warm and cordial relations."
"Oh, hello, George."
"What, you want to discuss foreign policy?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
Another typical day of the special relationship. But then something changes. Blair stops smiling, tightens his eyebrows, straightens up and sternly intones
"NO!"
and closes the phone.
Aides come to room. "You said no..." "How dared you?" "I wouldn't have dared to say no..."
Blair kicks back, smiles a bit, puts his hands behind his head and answers:
"Well, George just wanted to know whether I have ever noted any disrepancies in our warm and cordial relations."
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