(Change names to fit your politics... 
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Tony Blair and David Cameron somehow ended up at the same barbers.
As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken.
The barbers were both afraid to start a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics.
As the barbers finished their shaves & trims, the one who had Blair in his chair reached for the aftershave.
Blair was quick to stop him jokingly saying, "No thanks, my wife Cherie, will smell that and think I've been in a brothel."
The second barber turned to Cameron and said, "How about you" Mr Cameron?"
Cameron replied, "Go ahead, my wife doesn't know what the inside of a brothel smells like".
)...Tony Blair and David Cameron somehow ended up at the same barbers.
As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken.
The barbers were both afraid to start a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics.
As the barbers finished their shaves & trims, the one who had Blair in his chair reached for the aftershave.
Blair was quick to stop him jokingly saying, "No thanks, my wife Cherie, will smell that and think I've been in a brothel."
The second barber turned to Cameron and said, "How about you" Mr Cameron?"
Cameron replied, "Go ahead, my wife doesn't know what the inside of a brothel smells like".
