chris christie, jerry brown and rick perry are flying on a private plane to a conference in minnesota. Their pilot, a mexican guy from texas, is flying when suddenly he gets a warning light.
"guys, we have a problem. We're dumping fuel and i can't stop it. We're going to lose power in about five minutes and there are no airports in range. I might be able to put us down, but if not, there are two parachutes in the back. You make the call."
jerry brown goes forward and talks to the pilot. "see if you can find a place to put down. If you don't think you can, tell us before we reach 3000 feet and we'll decide who jumps." the pilot nods and turns towards a dry lake bed.
Chris christie looks at him with disdain. "let me handle this. Look, pilot dude, i know you have a family back in texas. I wouldn't want anything to happen to them, if you know what i mean. Just saying. It might be in their best interest for you to land this plane safely." the pilot starts sweating.
Rick perry snorts. "am i the only one who can see what's going on here? Guy's an illegal." with that he pulls out a gun, shoots the pilot, grabs one of the rigs and jumps out the door.
"great, what do we do now?" asks christie.
"not to worry. The 'only guy who can see what's going on' just jumped out of the plane with someone's backpack," brown says.
