My boss has started eating “luxury” yoghurts every day with his lunch. I suggested to him that it is a bourgeois dessert and consequently, he will be first against the wall when the revolution comes. He accepted this with aplomb, as any man eating creamy Lactobacillus bulgaricus would. I then suggested that Bush would eat luxury yoghurts, which caused him to put down his little plastic spoon and announce that such a suggestion was going too far.
I’m sure Bush would only eat luxury yoghurts when he had company and Laura made him so he didn’t look stupid in front of the Prime Minister of Norway or whatever: most the time he would prefer those Fruit Corner types with either sweets or a toy in the corner. He’d probably choke on the toy though.