Under ObamaCare, “Sophie’s choice” will just be known as a common budgeting decision.
Under ObamaCare, the only way your sick grandma will get care is if she’s an illegal immigrant.
Under ObamaCare, every doctor will be as mean as House and as incompetent as Dr. Nick Riviera.
Under ObamaCare, whatever you do, don’t take the blue pill.
Under ObamaCare, health care will be as free and wildly available as unicorns.
Under ObamaCare, there will be plenty of health care choices for anyone who doesn’t mind fines and imprisonment.
Under ObamaCare, Yakov Smirnoff’s style humor will be made relevant again.
Under Obamacare, even Wolverine will not heal.
Sometimes I lie away at night frantically trying to remember if the official name of my favorite procedural is “House” or “House, M.D.”
Under ObamaCare, House will be canceled because, realisitically, there will not be money for a team of diagnosticians. Actually, that’s kinda infeasible now.
Hopefully I can get the hang of a radio interview. I cannot describe just how much I love hearing my own voice.
Lots of people worry about a zombie apocalypse, but I never hear anyone worry about a vampire apocalypse. Why? Zombies seem more possible. Plus, no one has even considered making zombies sparkly.
How are Democrats like Nazis? I don’t quite care for either of them.