Further Evidence That the Empire Is in Shambles
I don’t think it’s accurate to say “nobody,” do you?
“Whatta ya’ mean no one wants to Cap that Mother Fucker? Why doesn’t anyone pay attention to me? Can’t you see me here? I shaved my head and everything. I am not an Animal!”
(Speaking of murdering your Ex)
Yeah, that poor, poor O.J.
Where’s the Justice?
Maybe the Goldman’s can get another book deal. After all, if you can’t bring back your loved ones you should at least cash in on their horrific murder.
(Of course, rich white women get away with killing their boyfriends all the time, and no one seems to mind too much).
First Lady Laura Bush telling reporters exactly how many Xanax she takes at one time in order to suppress the “Memories.”
I didn’t even know Senator Viagra was still alive. Apparently he’s become a consumer advocate.
“Stay away from the cans!”
Kind of like telling a Crackie what they need is a big Fat Rock.
Maybe Imelda and Condi can hook up and go shoe shopping next time some natural disaster strikes.
Secretary Rice after learning she misunderstood, and that Israel is actually populated by the “Jews,” and not “Shoes.”
General Peter Pace, the outgoing chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and one of the architects of the war, said he made “errors in assumption.”
No shit? Seriously? Errors? Come on? Are you sure? Don’t Fuck with me P.P.
“Wow, you’re shiny!”
This seems like discrimination pure and simple.
What are men with tiny pee pees supposed to do now?
“This is my rifle, this is my…Let’s just skip that part, okay? There’s no point beating a dead horse…”
The song “Sweet Home Alabama” is now the Official song of Alabama’s new Tourism Campaign.
According to Stan Sentell the state plans on spending almost $25 million in an attempt to remind people that Alabama actually exists.
If this latest effort fails, Alabama will be sold to the highest bidder on e-bay.
No word on who the Official Spokesperson will be, but I have a suggestion-
“Alabama- We ain’t Arkansas, but we’re damn close.”
What a challenge!
Where will they ever find an inept, self-loathing, wanna be toady?
This is tough.
Michelle Malkin posing for the cover of “House Living Quarterly”