It's August in Washington and the temperature is 97 degrees. Obama's been working hard all day and decides to step out onto the South Portico for a smoke. The second he steps out the door he's hit by a blast of the humid, searing heat and at the same moment he steps in an enormous steaming heap of dog mess that Bo has deposited on the porch. He looks down and says, "My God, I'm melting!"

enjoy,
JR

that is the best thing I have ever read awesome!