lolbama! Part 62

This week, That One. Next week, terrorists. Submit for either at lolterizt@gmail.com

Meanwhile, pass ’em around, spread the love, and if you make your own, don’t be shy about dropping a link to your pics in the comments. The more, the merrier.

NOTE TO READERS: Hovering your mouse over the picture activates closed captioning for the l33t-speak/txtmsg impaired.


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My favorites from the submissions using last edition’s uncaptioned picture:

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This week’s uncaptioned picture for you to play with:

PRODUCTION NOTES:
#1: When creating lolbama! pictures, please caption with either black or white text, as colors like red and yellow tend to blur badly when I compress the images.

#2: Standard image size for these posts is 350px wide by whatever high. If you can have your images 350px wide before you caption them, I won’t end up shrinking your captions into illegibility when I re-size the images.

MAKE YOUR OWN: The free lolbuilder from I Can Has Cheezburger.

STYLE NOTE: Short captions are usually better. Your goal is 10 words or less, with humor value tending to increase exponentially as the number of words approaches 1.

Send your submissions to lolterizt@gmail.com and – if they aren’t obscene (IMAO is a PG-13 site) and don’t suck too terribly bad – I’ll post them for you. Remember to include your name (and blog URL, if applicable) so I know who to thank.

Was Osama Shot in the Face in Accordance with Islamic Traditions?

I answer this question and more in my new Pajamas Media column. Don’t know how good a judge I am of my own work, but I think this may be my funniest column ever.

In My World: President Awesome

“So there I was, and the advisor said to me, ‘You have two choices…'”

“Who was the advisor?” a reporter asked President Obama at the press conference.

“I don’t know; some guy. Anyway, he said, ‘You have two choices, you can take out bin Laden, or you can not take out bin Laden.’ So, I thought about it a moment and said, ‘I would like the first option: The one where we take out bin Laden. The second option of not taking out bin Laden is not the option I want.’ And then the advisor said, ‘We’ll be doing this without getting Pakistan’s permission.’ So I said, ‘Then I said I have to think about it a little longer.’ And then I thought about it. And then I said, ‘I think I would still like to take out bin Laden.’ And that is the story of how I personally killed bin Laden.” Obama paused a moment to bask in his own awesomeness.

“Did you congratulate the SEAL team on the mission?” a reporter asked.

Obama rolled his eyes. “We didn’t use trained animals to kill bin Laden. It was done by military people with guns. You reporters are so stupid on these matters. You’re certainly not a badass commander in chief like me who gets down in the midst of things and makes sure our enemies pay.”

“So what branch of the military did carry out the operation?”

Obama thought about that for a moment. “I think it was the legislative. Anyway, we’re getting off topic of how I killed bin Laden.”

“Why are you shirtless and wearing a bandoleer?” another reporter asked.

“Because I am like Rambo. I kill the enemies of America.”

“Follow up question: Could you please put on a shirt?”

“No, because I am a warrior. And I think the American people recognize that now. In fact, they’ve started calling me, ‘President Awesome.'”

“Who calls you that?”

“Malia did… after I asked her to. But it’s catching on. Everyone loves me now. Why a prominent conservative website said that how I took down bin Laden was — and I quote — ‘Akin to what a U.S. president would do.'”

“So do you think this victory will overshadow the economic problems our country has been having?” a reporter asked.

“Well, I don’t think the American people ever expected me to do anything about domestic problems because I campaigned as — and always was — a wartime president. If you think back to my campaign, all I ever said was I was going to hunt down and kill the enemies of America, and that’s exactly what I did. Maybe that was done to the detriment of some domestic issues, but this was important. Like, a lot of people thought the health care bill was awful. Well, that’s because I didn’t really pay attention to it because I was too busy hunting Osama bin Laden. And the reason I haven’t worked on getting the economy going and creating jobs was because I was too busy hunting Osama bin Laden. And the reason I’ve been so many strokes over par in my golf games lately is because my mind has been so focused on capturing Osama bin Laden. So, yes this hunt for bin Laden was to the detriment of some other things, but I think we all can agree it was worth it.”

“So now you’ll focus on the economy?” a reporter asked.

“Well… I’m kinda pooped out after all the bin Laden hunting, so no promises.”

“Now is it true that the intel that led to bin Laden was gained from Gitmo?”

Obama nodded. “Yes, the same Gitmo I took the initiative to not close. Not closing it was my idea, so in a way, I personally got that intel.”

“But didn’t you campaign to close it?”

Obama shrugged. “I can’t remember. I guess my mind has been so focused on bin Laden, that it’s even messed up my memory of anything unrelated to capturing bin Laden. Because that’s what I am, the president who took down bin Laden, America’s greatest enemy. What people will remember me by is this…” He then held up a newspaper which had the headline “OSAMA KILLS OBAMA”.

“Um…”

“Yeah, I know — bit of a typo there, but they told me they already corrected it in the online version. No one buys a physical paper anymore.”

Random Thoughts

Osama was handled according to Islamic tradition – someone shouted, “Yay, Allah!” as his corpse was chucked overboard.

US officials also assure us that Osama was shot in the face according to Islamic traditions on face shooting.

The Situation Room


We now join “The Situation Room,” already in progress.


This thing get XBox?


Let the adults talk. We’ll get to you in a minute.


Why don’t I get to sit at the table? You always make me sit over here in the corner.


Shouldn’t you be out playing golf?


I was. But I heard somebody say I was going to be on the big TV screen. But he pronounced my name wrong. Again. I think he did it on purpose. Make him stop.


Judas Priest! I could have been appearing on stage with Jeff Dunham. Instead I’m stuck here with you clowns.


Let’s see… W-W-W-dot-white-house-dot-com… Heh. Heh heh. Heh heh heh. I’m gonna see boobies. Heh heh heh. Hey! There’s no boobies here! Your husband lied to me!


What are you talking about?


Nothing. Never mind.


Damn fly-boy.


Sir, I’m Director for Counterterrorism. We’re making a raid on our most-wanted terrorist. Why am I stuck in the back?


Missy, we already got one chick sittin’ at the big table. Now go get me some coffee. And be quick about it.


I want one of those cool silver computers with the lit-up apple on it. Trump gets one of those! Why can’t I get one of those?


If you sit quietly and behave, we’ll see about getting you one for Christmas.


Christmas? What’s Christmas? Is that where we hang lanterns? I don’t want to wait that long. I want a silver Apple now!


He’s right. I can’t find Angry Birds on this one.


Damn fly-boy.


When do we get to see the terror guy?


They’ll get to him in just a little bit.


Are you sure this is live TV? It’s all dark and stuff. I was just outside and I saw the sun. I don’t think this is live TV. Is this TiVo or something?


It’s later over there. Remember what I told you about the sun and the earth? That’s why it’s already dark over there. But they’ll get to him in just a little bit.


Don’t shoot him in the head and drop the body in a park. You’ll never hear the end of it.


Well, then shoot him in the head and drop him in the ocean. Fish gotta eat, too. Speaking of which, when’s the pizza getting here? I’ve been here all day and haven’t eaten. I tell ya, war is hell.