In a desperate move to get more of the “I hate America” vote in France, Senator Barack Obama brings flowers to Reverend Jeremiah Wright’s new multi-million dollar retirement home.
In a parallel affirmative-action-free universe, Barry finds immense joy doing what he was really born for – the best gosh-darned flower arranger on Castro Street, by gum!
I’d like a card too. Write on it: “Gwen-baby, thanks for last Thursday night. Too bad Joe wasn’t up to the job – but you were great! Love, Your O-Daddy” And send them C.O.D. please.
“Do you Ms. Barack take Bawny Fwank here to be your lawfully wedded … er, husband?, er, wife? OK what’s it gonna be? Which one is the pitcher and which one is the catcher?
Three men and a Palin ….. My hopes be failin’ ….. Ahhhhh this feels so nice ….. Took Clintons advice ….. Sweet relief every chance ….. To get Flowers in my pants.
“Look, these are for the runner-up. And they’re white, so obviously Hillary is nearby. Give them to her. Sure, they’re nice flowers, but this is about being fair. I have the nomination, and Hillary can have the white trash flowers. Give me the golden crown of leaves like the Romans had, or there might be, hell there WILL be, a Long HOT Summer.”
Oh dang, they were delivered early. They were supposed to be delivered on Nov. 5 with a card that read “Always a bridesmaid, never a bride. Better luck next time, Barry.”
“Handing me these roses is just a distraction. Let me further… uh… say, that. Uh. I, uh, did not know these roses had thorns. What thorns do is despic… uh, horrible. I didn’t even know that thorns hurt people! But I reject the idea that thorns and I are friends. Uh, the roses… I just found out… just now… that roses, uh, may, in fact harm people. I don’t even like roses, uh, I don’t like… thorns. John McCain is old.”
When times are tough, they cling bitterly to their bibles and their guns. Why can’t we all just cling to white lillies like I do? OK, let’s hold hands now and sing Kumbaya.
In a desperate move to get more of the “I hate America” vote in France, Senator Barack Obama brings flowers to Reverend Jeremiah Wright’s new multi-million dollar retirement home.
Is this arugula?
George, please accept these as my hut-warming gift to you. -Your Brother (half anyway) Barry.
You got any doritos, man?
“I know you’d like to think your shit don’t stank But lean a little bit closer See that roses really smell like poo-poo-poo.”
You gave me WHITE roses? That’s RACIST!
Is these the settin’ or throwin’ type?
How do you think these will look on America’s grave?
Roses make me… aah, aah, achooooo…
“Michelle loves whities.”
This ought to camouflage the whole “black” thing for the Bubba’s. Most of them can’t see well anyway. Shooooooot.
Give these to Michelle, tell her ‘sorry’, and get me some of those little blue pills.
I told you BLACK ones! Now go take these back and do it right homie.
Actually
“I poop roses”
would probably be better.
[Edited for PG rating]
Once again the Bridesmaid is holding the Bridal bouquet!
OK, I like what you did with my left ear. Now how ’bout the right one? It still looks like a basket. Purrdy please?
“ah, uh, uh, I’m, uh, sorry about throwing you, uh, under the bus (your name here) .”
I SAID White Voteses!! Now get me what the hell I asked for!
“He’s a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay”
I’m totally gay for baby’s breath.
Dear Mr. Ahmadinejad, please stop youre enriching of uranium. Love-Barry
“Hey, these are great! Just one more question – would you happen to have a wicker basket I could get my head stuck in?”
OR
“Uhhh…. uhhh…. Thanks for the- uh…. for the carna… uhhh. roses, darn. Uhhh…. Hey, whaddya mean, that’ll be $15.50?”
In a parallel affirmative-action-free universe, Barry finds immense joy doing what he was really born for – the best gosh-darned flower arranger on Castro Street, by gum!
I’d like a card too. Write on it: “Gwen-baby, thanks for last Thursday night. Too bad Joe wasn’t up to the job – but you were great! Love, Your O-Daddy” And send them C.O.D. please.
I’m ahh . . . I’m ahh ahh ahh-choo. I’m allergic to white.
With Gay Marriage Legal, Senator To Marry Transvestite Life-Partner Michelle
“Do you Ms. Barack take Bawny Fwank here to be your lawfully wedded … er, husband?, er, wife? OK what’s it gonna be? Which one is the pitcher and which one is the catcher?
Three men and a Palin ….. My hopes be failin’ ….. Ahhhhh this feels so nice ….. Took Clintons advice ….. Sweet relief every chance ….. To get Flowers in my pants.
These are not the roses I knew.
“Look, these are for the runner-up. And they’re white, so obviously Hillary is nearby. Give them to her. Sure, they’re nice flowers, but this is about being fair. I have the nomination, and Hillary can have the white trash flowers. Give me the golden crown of leaves like the Romans had, or there might be, hell there WILL be, a Long HOT Summer.”
Oh dang, they were delivered early. They were supposed to be delivered on Nov. 5 with a card that read “Always a bridesmaid, never a bride. Better luck next time, Barry.”
“Hillary, if only bill hadn’t gotten to you first, umm uh, oh wait i support poligamy….”
“Handing me these roses is just a distraction. Let me further… uh… say, that. Uh. I, uh, did not know these roses had thorns. What thorns do is despic… uh, horrible. I didn’t even know that thorns hurt people! But I reject the idea that thorns and I are friends. Uh, the roses… I just found out… just now… that roses, uh, may, in fact harm people. I don’t even like roses, uh, I don’t like… thorns. John McCain is old.”
He looks like the little groom on the top of wedding cakes.
-Alice Roosevelt Longworth
Typical white roses
When times are tough, they cling bitterly to their bibles and their guns. Why can’t we all just cling to white lillies like I do? OK, let’s hold hands now and sing Kumbaya.
Hi Mr. Frank! I’m here to pick up Bwarney for the Prom!
White like me.
“Catching the bouquet doesn’t mean I have marry Michelle, does it?”
I like my roses like I like my cocaine…..