1. Mittens: "You know what I hate? Fat liberal women who interrupt me when I'm trying to debate. (Sigh) There's one behind me, isn't there?"
2. Mrs. R: "I am telling you, my dessert was gone when I got back from the ladies room. We shouldn't have taken seats so close to Candy Crowley."
3. Mrs R: "Instituting gladiatorial combat to the death was an excellent way to entertain the lumpen AND reduce the welfare roles. Well played, my husband."
4. How embarrassing; Mrs Romney and Andrew Sullivan arrive wearing the same gown.
5. The Romneys were mesmerized at Chris Matthews continuously fondled himself throughout Obama's speech.
Best of GregMan
The Romneys politely applauded when M'chel won the BBQ rib eating contest, but they were secretly horrified when she also ate the other contestants.
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"Fifty Quatloos on the newcomer!"
Best of dadoctah
Somewhere in an attic in Provo, two painted portraits are looking *really* messed up.
Best of Dr. Doom
"I wonder what the 47%ers are eating tonight?", wondered Mitt as the butler (former CEO of GST Steel) served dinner at the Romney manse...
Best of prince of leaves
Ann clapped delicately, gingerly, her wrists still magnificently tender from yet another passionate night in Mitt's binders.
Best of blue
Lets see, Romney has a MILF and Obama has a Wookie wif a eating shovel.......
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Ann: "Can you sing 'De Camptown Ladies,' now Mr. President?"
18 comments:
"excellent. Now send in the lions!"
or
"WIPERS!"
The Romneys politely applauded when M'chel won the BBQ rib eating contest, but they were secretly horrified when she also ate the other contestants.
Next Day's NYT Headline: "Romneys Applaud As Poor People Fight To The Death Over Their Leftovers"
"Fifty Quatloos on the newcomer!"
Somewhere in an attic in Provo, two painted portraits are looking *really* messed up.
"I wonder what the 47%ers are eating tonight?", wondered Mitt as the butler (former CEO of GST Steel) served dinner at the Romney manse...
Ann clapped delicately, gingerly, her wrists still magnificently tender from yet another passionate night in Mitt's binders.
"I don't know either," Mitt said after D'Anconia finished his rant, "all I heard was a bunch of Peanuts-teacher wuh-wahn-wah-wahn-ing there..."
Secret of a successful marriage: even though like most white folks they're off the beat, they're both off by *exactly* *the* *same* *amount*.
I've been meaning to ask, dear... you are going to have my shovel gold-plated, right?
Plated hell! Little lady, the damned thing will be pure gold. After all, we'll have the keys to Ft. Knox!
-OR-
Thawtbubble during Intermission: If I'd been president back then, I'd have dropped Capra in a deep hole for portraying poor innocent Henry Potter as a mean old banker. If I win, 99% of America will be clamoring to live in Potter's Field.
Lets see, Romney has a MILF and Obama has a Wookie wif a eating shovel.......
"Oh how delightful", said Ms. Romney commenting on the performance of the children's choir, "I'm sure they will grow up to make wonderful servants..."
Looking Presidential... and Mitt isn't too bad either...
Dear, don't make such a big deal of that oil pipeline. Potential environmental disaster, can't come online for years, just a drop in the US demand bucket.
Meh, only independents fact check.
Exactly, you dolt! Whose votes do you need??
Wellll, I have a god on my side.
Another talking point that really isn't, Einstein.
Ann: "Can you sing 'De Camptown Ladies,' now Mr. President?"
Thawt bubbles as the Vienna Boys Choir finishes:
Mitt - "Future Capitalists!"
da Missus - "Future Macy's tellers!"
M'Chelle just off screen right - "Future hors d'oeuvres!"
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