Man, Dorky photo op poses aside, Dan Quayle looks like a Mensa candidate these days:

George Bush to Europe: Blow me

I met Quayle in 1999. Short. Quiet. Couldn’t stand to be whoring cheesy investments in anal lubricant manufacturers. Or whatever. Possibly pissed that I called him Mr. Dickly instead of Mr.Vice President or failed to curtsy or genuflect. Or because I refused to let him “get up under center.”