I like how you said: “I love Joe Biden.”
I get it. you’re charming. When you talk I want to hang out, and then as soon as you stop I feel unclean and long to bathe.
Hey, you want to have a beer sometime…? Just kidding. I still hate you. Smarmy son of a bitch.
Dude. What the hell are you doing? What’s sad is, I used to love you, then you broke my heart, then I loved you again, now I hate you the most. You were supposed to be our Reagan, but you ended up being our Nixon. At least Nixon had the decency to stop talking shit at some point. This is from yesterday:
“Suppose you’re a voter, and you’ve got candidate X and candidate Y. Candidate X agrees with you on everything, but you don’t think that candidate can deliver on anything at all. Candidate Y you agree with on about half the issues, but he can deliver. Which candidate are you going to vote for?”
I’ve been, at times, a little hard on Hill, but that was really a pretty kick ass speech. She was great, and more importantly she consigned those crazy ass PUMAs to the lunatic fringe where they belong. So thanks lady. You’re off my shit list. Bill, I still hate you.
“I want you to ask yourselves: Were you in this campaign just for me? Or were you in it for that young marine and others like him? Were you in it for that mom struggling with cancer while raising her kids? Were you in it for that boy and his mom surviving on the minimum wage?”
I don’t care that this was cheesy, that family’s so sweet I want to lick the TV.
Did you hear John McCain on Leno?
Here’s my impression of John and Cindy McCain at home:
Cindy McCain: Please John, just do it for a second.
John McCain: When I was a P.O.W. for 5 1/2 years, we didn’t even have oral sex.