So George Bush discovers this great new Korean restaurant in Georgetown, and eats there every chance he gets.

He always orders the same dish, Korean Penenchula and fried rice.

Each time the waiter repeats "Korean Penenchula and flied lice."

Bush always laughs hysterically at the waiters pronunciation, he even makes it a point to bring in top Republican leaders to hear it.  They all laugh like crazy.

Finally, the European bus boy tips off the waiter "theyre laughing at you because you say flied lice, practice saying fried rice."  So he does, in secret, hours at a time until his pronunciation is perfect.

Bush comes in with Cheney and Frist, they sit down and he says "get a load of this!  Hey waiter, I want my usual, Korean Penenchula and fried rice!"

"Yes sir, Korean Penenchula and FRIED RICE."

Bush is stunned, speechless, turning pale, Cheney and Frist turn to him, greatly disappointed that the entertainment factor in the meal is lacking.

The waiter continues," will there be anything else, plick?"