Dreams Andrew Sullivan has had ...
Best of jeff
The artist's conception of OJ Simpson as the verdict is read.
Best of Son Of The Godfather
In Heaven, there will be unicorns, roses, and a wet, black man holding a pack of Menthols.
Best of mpur
Cue Seraphim Chorus....and go balloons! Go balloons! What the f*** are you guys doing up there?
Best of Jay Guevara
Thought bubble: "Damn racist water! Why didn't it support my weight?"
Best of sonicfrog
Yeah, I had an orgasm like that... once. Smelled great, but the thorns...
Best of mega
Barack Obama, submerged to his waist in horse semen and sinking fast, thanked god he was wearing his lucky '70's Heff leisure jacket.
Best of Adriane
For Elvis' 2nd Coming, God decided that this time, it wouldn't be the music that was Black...
Best of Seoulman (R)
Prancy the unicorn wondered how much fast he would need to gallop to gore the crazy man in the water.
Best of The Man
"where da white voters at"
Best of Jay Guevara
"Nah, sorry, Ted, no sign of Mary Jo down there."
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The artist's conception of OJ Simpson as the verdict is read.
Pollsters noted an immediate increase in Obama's popularity among young female voters just after he wore the sheer white garment out of the water....
Who's that, the dude who invented peanut butter?
"What;s that in your hand?... OMG, don't taze me, O!"
In Heaven, there will be unicorns, roses, and a wet, black man holding a pack of Menthols.
♫ Tiptoe through the arugula with me ♪
♫ I thought I saw him walkin' up over the hill, with Ibrahim, Malcolm, and Che ♪
♫ 72 homosexual moslem virgins in paradise, 72 homosexual moslem virgins. Take one down and pass him around - 71 homosexual moslems virgins in paradise. ♪
Cue Seraphim Chorus....and go balloons! Go balloons! What the f*** are you guys doing up there?
Artist's rendering of Obama demonstrating his comprehensive immigration policy.
"Master, the monster - it's alive!"
Thought bubble: "Damn racist water! Why didn't it support my weight?"
Yeah, I had an orgasm like that... once. Smelled great, but the thorns...
Hey, I just realized, there are two one-trick-pony's in this drawing...
Obama! watch out it's coming right for you!!!
Moments before Hilary's "my little Pony" Sr grants her fervent wish.
In a recent poll, 87 % of Democrats "strongly believed" this was an unretouched photograph, while 12 % believed it was accurate except for the photoshopped dancing horse. The remaining 1 % questioned why God would need a cell phone.
Barack Obama, submerged to his waist in horse semen and sinking fast, thanked god he was wearing his lucky '70's Heff leisure jacket.
For Elvis' 2nd Coming, God decided that this time, it wouldn't be the music that was Black...
Prancy the unicorn wondered how much fast he would need to gallop to gore the crazy man in the water.
Black men can't float
An artist's rendering of the love child of Elvis and Tina Turner.
A bridge too far and a man too far gone
Thanks to the Democratic Party's control of the water supply, blue water was just a distant memory
Recently heard at a local church...
"When my Messiah is half dressed and dripping of white goo, walking through white fluid with a magic unicorn, while playing florist, it's time to get a new Messiah
Have you ever wondered what was under those AmeriKKKan racist robes? Wonder no more
Obysmal goes for the Enumclaw vote.
"where da white voters at"
At least the artist included a bridge that we can all jump from after the Anointed One is elected.
"Nah, sorry, Ted, no sign of Mary Jo down there."
"And lo, He is Risen."
Aww, cute little Baracky is in fairyland, searching for a place where communism works.
Or is this the hallucination in which he visited the 57th state?
It was so beautiful and peaceful ... the horse pranced about while the sun shone through, the mighty bridge gleaming with a luminescent, nay, transcendent light. And then Barack saw that his lower half had turned into roses, and he realized something was ... wrong. Was he ... was he dreaming? Then he heard a voice. An etherial female voice. No, no... a harsh female voice. It cut right through the reverie. "God, I f'ing hate America." It was Michelle, laying beside him in bed. "I'm so ashamed of racist American losers from redneck f'ing states." The horse was gone, and he suddenly realized he didn't even own a white leisure jacket. It had all been a dream, a beautiful dream, but now it was over. Obama awoke to begin another day of campaigning.
Louis Farrakhan's prayers every night before bed. "I want a pony, a pretty sunset and black man running for President"
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