Rico's friend
Dave, the arch-perv, forwards this with the comment
is that guy cool, or what?:
A private Lear jet arrives at Heathrow and Donald Trump (photo, top, gagging) strides to a waiting limousine, which drives him to a warm and dignified reception from the Queen.
From there, they are driven in a 1934 Bentley to the edge of central London where they change to a magnificent seventeenth-century carriage hitched to six white horses.
They continue on towards Buckingham Palace, waving to the thousands of cheering Britons; all is going well.
Suddenly, the right rear horse lets fly with the most horrendous earth-shattering fart ever heard in the Empire. The fart shakes the coach. The smell is atrocious. Both passengers in the carriage must use perfume-dipped handkerchiefs over their nose, but the two do their best to ignore the incident.
The Queen turns to Trump saying,:"Mr. Trump, please accept my regrets. I am sure you understand there are some things that even a Queen cannot control."
Trump, with his usual diplomatic aplomb, replies: "Your Majesty, do not give the matter another thought. Until you mentioned it, I thought it was one of the horses."
Rico says he has no doubt that's exactly what would happen...
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