For anyone interested, I posted the Obama knockout at the end. Where would you park him?
On the cover of Mad Magazine…
Mecca? Jakata? Aleppo? Alcatraz?
Park the motherfucker at the Estée Lauder counter.
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Hard to use, for throwing him off a fucking very tall building….
Earl, we could make a whole album of these!
We’s one. I think there’s an ol’ American saying for this picture…….
Now that is worth printing out, framing, and hanging on the wall of the master bath …. right across from the throne …. suitable for contemplation. Excellent work, DIogenes!
I’d park him lap dancing Jerry Brown who is apparently in charge of the new Duchy of Grand Fenwick, the Caliphate of Caliphornia. They hired his fellow shiddy lawyer Holder and somehow got the impression that they are calling the shots. Wherever he ends up, may his intestines rot out of his body.
can you put a pic of his ass on Reggie Love’s bare lap?
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How about like a scene from Dr. Strangelove, (is THAT a double entendre or WHAT?), where barry is on “Fat Boy” (ditto) on an episode of “Dip Space Nein” [sic]
Kinda like Batears Does JibJab….
on a pile of shit?
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