There was a small 2- engine airplaine flying over the ocean one stormy night. The passengers were a boyscout a priest and Bill Clinton. Well, the pilot leans back so the passengers can hear and tells them to strap on their parachutes 'cause there's no way their makin it over in one piece. The passengers looked at the 'chutes, then at each other and back at the 'chutes again, puzzled and panicked at the same time. there where only two 'chutes for three passengers. The boyscout did the 'boyscouty' thing and kept calm while Bill Clinton tried to weasle his way into getting one of those 'chutes. Having abandoned all his ideas as too comlicated, he determined that since he was the smartest man, he should get a 'chute, leaving only two. The scout once again did the "scouty" thing and gave the remaining 'chute to the priest. The old priest refused. He said, "Son, You're young, and you've got your whole life ahead of you. I'm old and I've lived my life. You take it." The boyscout, not about to let the old man do something stupid, rolled his eyes and said, "Mister! Listen here! I'm not about to let you die for nothin'!" He held up two 'chutes. "The smartest man in the world just jumped out of the plane with my back pack, now let's get outa here!"