At a “Kids’ State Dinner,” President Obama told one boy that “Bo is on a diet.”
Wonder if it’s Barack’s?
At a “Kids’ State Dinner,” President Obama told one boy that “Bo is on a diet.”
Wonder if it’s Barack’s?
At a White House press briefing, Jay Carney said, “Maybe I am naive to think a one-line joke about a dog would be the focus of reporters”
Yeah, guys, back off. It’s not like Obama gave out a whole recipe.
[High Praise! to Jim Treacher]
Tired of failing at Twitter hashtags, the left has moved on to failing at video games:
Fine, let’s continue to talk about how presidential candidates treat dogs by making a slight adjustment to an image that is ACTUALLY IN THE VIDEO:
Way to lead with your chin, boy.
[via Very Demotivational]
As Jim Treacher points out at the Daily Caller, some wacko pro-Obama group made a commercial referencing the “Romney put his dog on the roof” story:
[YouTube direct link] (Viewer #20,260)
Weirdly, the producers of the video, Save Our Environment Action Fund, don’t exist anywhere on the internet except by name in stories discussing the video. Nobody knows who they are or who’s funding them.
Anyway, the important thing is that, after getting their asses handed to them in the first round, the left apparently wants to try again.
Guys, it didn’t work for the British in 1812, and you’re not even as smart as the British (worse teeth, too.)
Here’s my volley:
So… Obama ate a dog jokes… smoke ’em if ya got ’em.
(Saw this comment by Jimmy [High Praise!] and thought of this.)
[By the way, as a special treat for those who make it all the way to the end of the post, I’ve included an interview with John Cleese where he explains where the idea for the Cheese Shop Sketch came from.]
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A montage of photographs. The cutting from photo to photo is pretty fast. Bongo music is heard. Starting with: a close up of Obama, who wears a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a flag lapel pin; various photos of Obama walking along the pavement, very artily shot from show-off angles; Obama pausing outside a building; Obama looking up at the large sign above it reading “Ye Olde Dog Pound”; another sign below the first reading “Henry Whippet, Purveyor of Fine Dogs to the Gentry and the Poverty Stricken Too”; another sign below this reading “Occupy Wall Street”; close up of Obama looking pleased; shot of Obama entering the shop.
Cut to interior of the dog pound. Bongo music playing as Obama enters. Two men dressed as hippies are awkwardly dancing in the corner to the music of the bongos. The pound itself is large and redolent of the charm and profitability of the pre-Obama age. There are actually no dogs to be seen either on or behind the counter but this is not obvious. Obama approaches the counter and rings a small handbell. Whippet appears.
Whippet: Good morning, sir.
Obama: Good Morning. I was sitting in the public library on K Street just now, skimming through “Rules for Radicals” by Saul Alinsky, when suddenly I came over all peckish.
Whippet: Peckish, sir?
Obama: Esurient.
Whippet: Eh?
Obama: (broad gangsta accent) Yo! I be all hungry!
Whippet: Oh, hungry.
Obama: (normal accent) In a nutshell. So I thought to myself, “a little poached pooch will do the trick”. So I curtailed my Alinskying activites, sallied forth and infiltrated your place of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some canine comestibles. (smacks his lips)
Whippet: Come again.
Obama: (doing his best Romney impression) I want to buy some dog.
Continue reading ‘The Obama Dog Pound Sketch (with Apologies to Monty Python)’ »
I’ll probably never stop being amused by this topic.
Should’ve left that sentence out of your book, Barack.
[Think you have a link that’s IMAO-worthy? Send it to harvolson@gmail.com. If I use your link, you will receive High Praise! (assuming you remember to put your name in the email)]
[High Praise! to Les of Brick Moon for tweaking this up]
Dear Mr. President,
Please stop selling dog-related products to raise money for your campaign. If you don’t, we’ll be forced to keep making fun of you.
Sincerely,
Everybody
[High Praise! to Bunkerhillbilly for the inspiration]
“Being in the condition of having eaten a dog.”
[High Praise! to Chris]
[YouTube direct link] (Viewer #3)
Take a hippie-punch at fame by creating your own IMAO-worthy video at Xtranormal (“If you can type, you can make movies”). Send a link to harvolson-at-gmail.com and I’ll give it a look. If it isn’t obscene (IMAO is a PG-13 site) and it doesn’t suck too terribly bad, I’ll post it and let the readers throw roses and/or tomatoes at you.
A follow-up to the previous announcement.
Innomonatus’s project to record a multi-participant song, “We Don’t Eat Dogs” to the tune of “We Are the World”, is still moving along.
Words and music now available.
Pick some lines, record yourself singing (or doing whatever it is Bob Dylan does, if you have no singing talent), and send them to Innomonatus (his email link is in his right sidebar, near the top).
Ya know, I was worried this topic might blow over before the song was done, but I guess we can always count on Obama to light a cigar as the Hindenburg is landing.
It’s time for the “Obama Ate A Dog” jokes to end.
Not because the jokes aren’t funny. Some are.
Not because he didn’t eat a dog. He did.
But because now Obama is telling them:
[Direct link]
Obama doesn’t do something unless it’s way too late or it was a bad idea to start with.
Well, there is the whole Leon Panetta and Hillary Clinton make it happen over Valerie Jarrett’s objections, but this doesn’t fall into that category.
No, this is definitely Obama deciding to tell an “Obama Ate A Dog” joke. Which means it’s time for them to end.
Soon.
So, here’s your last chance. Share your favorite “Obama Are A Dog” joke.