Everything was coming up roses for our unlikely couple, as evidenced by the copius amounts of making out below.







Now that you've had time to regain your self control and stop the twitching and nausea, let's move on.

Saddam and Osama, for being evildoers, throw some kick ass house parties. Even George has to agree; he spent the whole afternoon doing something akin to Dirty Dancing with everyone's favorite Iraqi. If I never see Saddam Hussein and George Bush dancing together in nothing but swimming shorts, it will be too soon.





Oh, but don't think John didn't notice George getting his groove on with Saddam! Oh no, he has his own plot to get back at George for being a terrible flirt. Four words: Pretty Boy John Edwards.
Here we see Big John pretending to be interested in what Little John is talking about.

"Yeah, let's talk about long, thick, hard cylindrical things a bit more cutie..." *wink*


"Politics? Oh yeah, keep talking politics. RAWR!"


"OH BITCH, YOU DID NOT!!" At this point poor Edwards ran away crying. Guess Jealous George scared him off!


Big John took off after Little John and George stood in the back yard cursing.


Little John ended up leaving after being reassured by Big John that everything was okay and George was just a little off kilter. Big John strolled back into the house to grab a bite to eat and was confronted by hysterically sobbing and simultaneously shouting George.



George then stomped off upstairs and shut himself in the bathroom to have a good cry. John, upset over the fight...well, it looks like he walked into a corner and did the same thing. How horribly undignified. On the other hand, at least he didn't run off to the bathroom and slam doors like a petulant girl.



The plot thickens. Heh. Thickens.