Well here it is, do with it as you will but remember… be gentle.
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Rock. I did rock, Joe. C’mon man, how much easier can I make it? Paper or scissors? Sheesh.
Biden: Did I remember to put on pants?
Nice @ss! Wonder what his hair smells like?
Wanna see my leg hair?
(humming) Heyyyyyy macarena…
Thought bubble over both
“Why am I here?”
Choosing Biden was always a bit of a head scratcher…
“He’s got all Joe’s plugs in his hands…”
Every now and then, you just got to rap him on the head with your knuckles.
Somebody blew a circuit trying to keep track of the number of times Obama used “I” or “me.”
“See? Ol Joe can pat his head and rub his belly at the same time!”
“And in conclusion, let me just remind everyone: Only a Very Special kind of Asshole wears sunglasses indoors!”
Biden: “Why in the hell did he just rap me on my head? Sonuvabitch, that smarts!”
or: Obama: “C’mom, lucky seven! Let me hit it one more time! Just once!”