Skip to comments.Obama Joke of the Day - October 29
Posted on 10/29/2010 8:57:52 AM PDT by toma29
Why did Obama book over 800 rooms for his upcoming trip to India?
He heard Hindus worship multitudes of gods and he thought he could snooker them into believing they were all him.
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Joke of the day: Biden
Obama ‘is’ the Joke of Day, e-v-e-r-y-day!
It was a dark and stormy night and the young mulatto law student was lying in bed stroking his
nose with his middle finger worrying about the future, and into the wee hours he worried and stroked.
The law review had told him earlier that day that he had been selected for one reason and one reason only: His new name was not `Todd’ or `Muffin.’
“What will I do?” he asked himself, over-and-over. “My Daddy’s not rich and Mom’s not good looking. I can’t string two sentences together without notes. Hmmm, I think I’d sell my soul for some guarantee of future success ..... “
There was a loud cracking noise and a puff of smoke, and Lucifer Baines Johnson appeared at the foot of the bed! The stench of sulfur, brimstone and Nancy Pelosi’s fragrance filled the room. Satan’s angel had horns poking through his cream colored Stetson, a forked tail, cloven hooves—the whole schmear.
“Lissen up boy,” he said. “I reckon I heard what you said, ever word of it. Ah’m only gonna say this once so lemme be clear and let’s make no mistake about it: you wanna promise your soul for success, is that it?” (The young man carefully turned on his mini-tape recorder.)
“You understand that in exchange for power, wealth, endless tax-payer subsidized junkets, obscene patronage appointments for your hack cronies and the ability to make the lives of your fellow—whatever you are!—Americans miserable, maybe even drivin’ the country completely ina the ground—I know, I had my chance, I jes made it shovel-ready, you unnerstan’? Lissen to me boy when ah’m talkin’ to you—you gotta pay a price.
You recollect the `soul’ part, right partner?”
Peering over the sheet, (600 threads per inch) a timid voice asked, “Um, yes. OK, like what’s going to happen to me?”
LBJ barked back: “Waaal, lak bein’ boiled in horse-$hit for eternity! An’ pardner, that’s jest fer starters.”
A minute or so went by, and the young man got out of bed,
his knees knocking, and he faced the old demon and asked,
“OK, what’s the catch?”
I put in a bid for a "Mickey Mouse Outfit" and now it seems I'm only six minutes away from owning Obama and his entire Cabinet.