It is so cold outside I saw a politician with his hands in his own pockets.
Look, Ma! No hands!
Only one. Just as long as you hand him the damn lightbulb.
He wanted to run his fingers through his hair.
Help! My pocket's been picked!
Reelection.
They both tell the audience what they are glad to hear. But at the end, the audience laughs at the comic, and the politician laughs at the audience.
