The Designated Democrat: But don't let him drive home?

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Trent Lott and Tom Daschle meet in the cloakroom.

Trent Lott: " Hey Tom. Daschle dog, come over here. "

Tom Daschle: " What do you want, Trent? "

Lott: " Oh, nothing. I just thought you may want open deliberations. "

Daschle: " Well, yes I do. "

Lott: " Okay man, I'll give you open deliberations, if you give me a finding of fact vote. "

Daschle: " Oh no, no, no; I can't do that. "

Lott: " Yeah you can. Just close your eyes and say ' aye ' in five minutes. "

Daschle: " No way man, no way..."

Lott: " You want open deliberations, right? "

Daschle: " Well yes, I just have to have that. "

Lott: " We got a deal then? "

Daschle: " Well, okay. "

Lott: " All right, let's vote on the finding of fact first. "

THE SENATE PASSES A MOTION FOR A FINDING OF FACT VOTE.

Lott: " Okay man, let's close the doors and deliberate. "

Daschle: " But wait a second, I thought we were going to vote on open deliberations? "

Lott: " We don't need open deliberations, now that we have a finding of fact. "

Daschle: " But Trent, we had a deal? "

Lott: " What deal? Close the doors. "

Daschle: " Trent, Trent, Trent. "

Lott: " Bill, Bill, Bill. "

- Bongo ( Driving a bit hazy. )

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Updated ( 2-8-99 )