1. "All right! That Reverend Jones guy brought Kool-Aid!" 2. Hippie funk and Taco Bell --- a lethal cocktail.
3. "My pulse will be quickenin'/With each drop of strychinine/When I'm poisoinin'/Hippies in the Park..."
4. Damn. Where's a Caterpillar bulldozer when the gene pool needs one.
5. And when Geena Davis's 'crotch kicking spree' was over, victims lay scattered on the rain-wet pavement.
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Just some kids that didn't have dinner with Grandma because they were stoned. Nothing to see here. Just move along...
"It was horrible... She just kept muttering "Bear! There!" and capping one hippie after another."
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Is that a scene from the Million Morons March?
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Tragically, shortly after this photo was taken, a VW bug lost control on the damp pavement, skidding through the party and resulting in several bruises.
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All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the corps! A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal's a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade! I LOVE the corps!
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It's happened: They've finally whined themselves to death.
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Atop the White House, the President racked another round into his silenced .50 caliber sniper rifle and slowly scanned the crowd, "Now, where is that damn Sheehan..."
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Seconds later, hot, steaming asphalt was applied to the street and a bulldozer smoothed out the bumps. Moonbeam would regret holding a protest during road construction.
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Once you've completed putting the "St. Pancake" batter together, lay it out in loaves to rise in the sun.
Then, and only then, flatten.
Michel Moore, flatulence released and looking highly pleased with himself, glanced back a laughed.
Is that a scene from the Million Morons March?
tragically, shortly after this photo was taken, a vw bug lost control on the damp pavement, skidding through the party and resulting in several bruises.
Sunflower (wrapped in blue tarp thingie) just curled up in a fetal ball, rocked back and forth, and kept muttering over and over,
"Oh damn! Ted Kennedy touched me.
Damn...Ted Kennedy TOUCHED me! Crap! Ted the lard *ss TOUCHED me."
Mitt Romney chuckled low as he drove the full-sized, gas-guzzlin' Suburban over the hippies. "I love the sound they make when you run over 'em. It's the same as gypsy moth caterpillars!"
(You may need to have spent time in the Northeast to truly appreciate this one...)
Wwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
George Bush doesn't care about free-loading, air-pollutin' liberals.
Prepping for the special "Independence Day" special effects seen in the new Mike al'Moore schlockumentary.
Crap! That was supposed to have been:
Prepping for the "Independence Day" special effects scene in the new Mike al'Moore schlockumentary.
Apone: All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the corps! A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal's a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade! I LOVE the corps!
Dan Rather, "And here's the shocking aftermath of a run into the crowd by the Bush-approved Urban Assault Vehicle.
OK, guys, you can get up now...
What do you mean 'we're still live?' Well, the footage may be fake, but the story is accurate!"
Guy in the center: "Dammit Ted! Quit drooling on those Prussian Pre-teens, get over here and talk about how Iraq is a quagmire while the camera crews are filming!"
Just some kids that didn't have dinner with Grandma because they were stoned. Nothing to see here. Just move along...
Cop 1 to cop 2:
"I don't know... She just kept muttering "Bear! There!" and capping one hippie after another."
Looking at the one with the abnormally long torso and giant, blue, Smurf feet just to the left of the sign, I wonder if they're trying to recreate a live(?) version of the UN commercial?
Scene: Oval office, three hours earlier. W on the phone.
"Warden? Yeah, this is him. I'm giving an immediate pardon to that Hinkley guy. And would you tell him a bunch of Jodey Foster's lovers are paradin' in front of the White House? Thanks."
It's happened: They've finally bored themselves to death.
Atop the White House, the President smiled as he racked another round into his silenced .50 caliber sniper rifle and slowly scanned the crowd thinking, "Now, where is that damn Sheehan..."
Seconds later, hot, steaming asphalt was applied to the street and a bulldozer smoothed out the bumps. Moonbeam would regret holding a protest during road construction.
Million Morons March...The Man is funny!! I can't top that today.
If these morons have no lives and have time to play dead in the street and really want to support their troops, they should be sending care packages and cookies and mowing the lawns of deployed people. Is anyone impressed by this display? Crap, even MY DOG can play dead.
"And when they found out Peter Fitzgerald wasn't issuing any indictments, all the hippies suffered simultaneous brain embolisms and it was the BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!" --- Karl Rove, Memoirs
Where's my bag of toe tags when ya need 'em.
And with the destruction of their leader, the mindless undead zombie minions quickly fall back to the ground, the evil energies holdng them together no longer there.
~Excert from Vampire Hunter's guide/Guide to stopping (Insert Moonbat Leader's name here)
Soon after the plague, the hippies of the Cadian city rose back from the dead, and...resumed being the rotting, mindless dregs they previously where, acting to help the Chaos Marine legions landing planetside
Competition was fierce in the Rachel Corrie look-alike contest.
Curb your dog AND your moonbat.
Actually, don't worry about the dog - dog shit on the sideway isn't that bad - but definitely deposit these clowns in the gutter.
Er...make that "sidewalk."
PIMF.
Looking around at the effect on the audience, Barbara Boxer immediately regretted saying something intelligent.
News Reporter: The massive Hippie die-in reached a grim milestone today as the tenth hippie joined in..."
anonymous: I don't know whether I laughed harder at the general caption, or the very thought that Barbara Boxer could say "something intelligent." Nice.
Did anyone happen to notice how whimpy these trogs are in this photo? Not one of them is willing to get their clothes damp for their cause. Dorks. :)
Old Guy on the purple scarf was overheard saying, "Dang, the cement's so cold and wet the twig-N-berries are now toothpick-N-sprinkles!!!"
the passing ford excursion, however, sailed neatly over the moist speedbumps with nary a difficulty.
AP Article: 15 protestors hit the ground in a flash of brilliance as they soon realized they were actually in front of the White House. Not one of them actually recognized it - seems that they were far more familiar with Red Square.
"Alright, who TOOTED!"
(that's what our girls say, much more lady-like!) :)
"If you put your ear to the ground, you can still hear Bill sneaking out of the White House."
This picture has obviously been cropped. Here, you see only 9 hungover jack-ass protestors. Examination of the original photo (without cropping) reveals an army of... 9 hungover jack-ass protestors.
"Oh, I'm sorry Moonbat family, the correct answer was 'democracy'... yes I thought you almost had it there. But no worries, we're sending you home with your very own copy of Prussian Blue's new tribute album to Cindy Shehan, Israel out of Palestine. Thanks for playing, Moonbat family!"
Q: What do you call 9 hippies who have succumbed to bad bong-water?
A: A good start.
PA ANNOUNCER:
"ATTENTION EVERYBODY, DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT EAT THE BROWN ACID!... UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES... UH OH."
Looks like Code Pink left the potato salad out in the sun too long again.
"Grim Milestone":2000 U.S. servicemen dead for a noble cause.
"GRIN Milestone": 20 moonbats play dead for a Nobel cause.
Anyone know the rental rate for a steamroller in Washington?
From the window, the President witnesses the lifeless bodies of the moonbats littering the streets.
"Ah," he surmised, "Rove's new Illudium Q36 explosive space modulator seems to be fully operational!"
If they're supposed to be dead, who put the cushioning under their little moonbat heads?
It probably wasn't the brightest idea to have their flu shots given by Dr. Kevorkian.
And look what happens to the general populace with a West Wing run by Martin Sheen.
President Russel Honore, having traveled back in time with the moonbat antidote, completes the temporal causality loop.
(I can dream, can't I?)
The joke was on the members of the Heaven's Gate cult, when the object was reveled NOT to be the return of comet Hale Bopp, but merely a ladybug on the telescope lens.
Last words of dying moonbat:
"I thought that ice-cream guy looked a little like Rove..."
The world's first case of "multiple brain anneurism" occurred yesterday when the President unexpectedly acquiesced to the protestors demand.
"After careful consideration, my staff and I have decided that yes, the best course of action is to 'bring the troops home'... Through Syria."
And, because I can't leave it at just 49 captions:
"OK, they're all wasted. Get me 4 gallons of epoxy, a shoe horn, hair clippers, 28 bananas, nipple clamps, and a Polaroid camera, stat!"
Having recklessly attended the demo without their tinfoil hats, the protestors were defenseless against Karl Rove's brain-disintegration beam.
Amazingly, when a crucifix was pressed against Cindy Sheehan's forehead, not only did she disintegrate into a cloud of foul-smelling smoke, but the unholy life that animated her moonbat minions was instantly extinguished.
See, this makes me wish they'd reopen Pennsylvania Avenue to traffic.
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