Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Katrina and the Waves Edition
- "Ah lahke me a winder seat, I git to see all that there devastatination in the south, watch them oil prices rise like them flood waters, yeah, it shore is purty."
- "That cain't be from global warming, that there tempachure in Nawlins is like, only 90 dergrees with all that rain! Ooh lookit - I kin see a Hummer!"
- Bush: "What's that little feller doin' out on the wing of mah plane? He looks kinda like Saddam....OH MY GOD, HE'S RIPPING THE DURN ENGINE APART! SOMEONE COME QUICK!"
Member of flight crew: "Can I help you, Mr. President?"
Bush: "SADDAM IS MASS DESTRUCTING THE ENGINE OF THE PLANE!"
Member of flight crew: "Let me see, sir..........I'm sorry, sir, I don't see anything."
Bush: "But....he was there.....I SEEN him....."
Member of flight crew: "Why don't you just go back to your cabin and rest a bit, sir. I'm sure you'll feel better after a nice nap."
Bush: "I bet y'all think I'm crazy now, just like Cap'n Kirk in that weird black and white episode of Star Wars where he went all loco and sweaty on the plane."
Member of flight crew: "We already thought that, sir." - "Dang. Glad that ain't my white friends down there. Keep flyin', pilot, I got me a nice room by the beach at the Hotel Del waitin' for me. And couldja pull back up above the clouds? All them flames are distracting me from my PS2."
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Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Irony Takes A Vacation Edition

....It really depends upon how our nation conducts itself in foreign policy. If we're an arrogant nation, they'll resent us.....but if we're a humble nation they'll respect us."
George W. Bush, October 11, 2000
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Monday, August 29, 2005
Filthy Lucre Edition

1. "When yer President, like ah am, you have to make tough decisions. Like, how is we going to pay down our national debt? Well, I'm here to tell you. It'll take resolve. It'll take courage. It'll take remembering the sacrifice of the heroes of nine-eleven. But mostly it'll take cash. That's right, I'm talkin' money. Moo-lah. Dollar, dollar bills, y'all."
2. "I'm tellin yuh, I wuz this close - see how close my fingers are together? - this close to finding them Dubya-Em-Dees in that Eye-rack, until them Demmycrats started whining about Gitmo and Abu Gabi and hurtin' the troops!"
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Promises, Promises Edition
- "There's a sayin' in Texas, not sure if it's a sayin' here in Arizona, but it goes 'Don't promise...uh...don't make me promise...ya...uh...don't make a promise your buddy can't cash!'"
- Mr. President, if there was one word you could think of that described a quality your presidency was never likely to have, what would that word be?
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Holy Hand Grenade Edition
- Please God, let me poop again!
- W.W.J.A.?*
*Who Would Jesus Assassinate - More blood for oil! Please Lord, more blood for oil!
- It's OK to kill Chavez, the oil won't stop flowing.
- I will now pray to the Lord to lower our gas prices. Uhhhhh.....yes, I'm getting through now......ahhhhh......the Lord has spake unto me, and He says He has made our gas prices higher as punishment for electing an illiterate chimp who led us into an unjust war. Wait, that can't be right.
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Friday, August 26, 2005
'Nuff Said Edition
- "That 'duck and cover' crap didn't work either," Moyers muttered to himself as Bush addressed the Veterans of Foreign Wars.
- Reflecting during President Bush's speech to his VFW chapter last week, Bill thought to himself how unfortunate it was that his Bullshit Protector didn't arrive before the "Swift Boat Veterans for Truth" spoke last October.
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Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Please Let This All Be A Bad Joke Edition

"So, this guy walks into a talent agent's office, and he says, 'Have I got an act for you!' The talent agent says to him, 'Well, what kinda act is it?' And the guy says, 'It's a family act. First, my daddy comes out on stage, right? And he picks up a phone and calls his powerful friends to get me nominated for the Presidency. Then my brother comes out, and he starts rigging the polls in his state so I can win by a slim margin. Then, after I'm President, I hire all muh daddy's old friends, and we decide to go to war against the Eye-rackis, since my daddy couldn't finish the job before. Now, in order to do this, we exploit the fears of the 'Merrican people, y'see, so they'll go 'long with what we want 'em to do. Only, it turns out that they don't have nuthin' to actually be afraid of. So then, we tell 'em that we're spreadin' democracy. I repeat a lot of things, like "Freedom's on the march" and "Nine-eleven," and at this point the audience is eatin' outta my hand, right? And then, when everybody starts to catch on, and starts questioning why things ain't turnin' out the way we told 'em, we tell everybody that there's no actual plan for getting out of Eye-rack, but we have to "stay the course!"' And the talent agent looks at the guy and says, 'Well, that's a hell of an act. What do you call it?' And the guy says, 'The Aristocrats!'"
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Monday, August 22, 2005
Full Mental Jacket Edition
- "Holy dog shit. Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, President Cowboy. And you don't look much like a steer to me so that kinda narrows it down."
- "How tall are you, Private Cowboy?"
"Sir, five-foot-nine, sir!"
"Five-foot-nine? I didn't know they stacked shit that high." - "You little scumbag! I got your name, I got your ass! You will not laugh, you will not cry, you will learn by the numbers, I will teach you! Now get up off your face! Pvt. Cowboy, you better unfuck yourself before I unscrew your head and shit down your neck!"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
"Private Cowboy, why did you join my beloved Corps?"
"Sir, to kill, sir!"
"So you're a killer?"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
"Then let me see your war face!"
[nervously] "Sir?"
"You got a war face! ARRRRRRRRRGH! That's a war face, let me see your war face!"
"Ahhhh!"
"Bullshit, you didn't convince me, let me see your REAL war face!"
"Ahhhhhh!"
"You still don't scare me! Work on it!"
"Sir, yes sir!" - "Oh that's right, Private Cowboy, don't make any fucking effort to get to the top of the fucking obstacle. If God would have wanted you up there he would have miracled your ass up there by now, wouldn't he?"
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Friday, August 12, 2005
Off the Charts Edition

1. In what has become an embarassingly common occurrence, President Bush was carefully scanned by the liberal media using sophisticated truth sensors commonly known as "bullshit detectors" before being allowed to make a statement in a brief appearance today.
2. Knowing the President's penchant for talking directly out of his ass, microphones were positioned on the 'D.L.' for optimal reception.
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Thursday, August 04, 2005
Fisherman's Folly
- "I once told a lie THIS BIG. OK, it was more than once."
- "I know the human being and the fish can coexist peacefully. Particuhlurly if the fish is a nice bass 'bout yeah big, cooked in some butter......sorry, what were we talkin' 'bout agin?"
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