It's hot as Hades this weekend, and I'm too drained to come up with anything original. So what the hell. Time for another caption contest. And since, God willing, we might not have Holy Joe Lieberman to kick around anymore, I thought he should step into the spotlight.
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Joe Lieberman prepares to be crushed by his own overwhelming hubris.
Advisor: I think a white shirt make you look lifeless and lacking spirit. How about a blue Oxford or something?
Joe: Would I be recognized?
Advisor: Good point - let's go with stripes on a white shirt- but for heaven's sake try to look animated...
"I believe I can flyyyyy!!! I believe I can touch the skyyyyy!!!"
Lieberman, seeing a poster of the president, fights the urge to go into "hug me daddy" mode.
"Where did all these buildings come from? Last time I was here, Hartford was such a nice little berg."
"Is this the little girl I car-ried? Is this the little boy at plaaaay? I don't remember getting ollll-der! When ... diiiiid .... theeeeeeyyyyy??"
" ... And so in my hour of tribulation, feeling sorely tested and even abandoned, I was caused to look up to the heavens.
"Way up there in the sky I saw the clouds parting. A huge, misty visage appeared to be peering down at me. A hand emerged, finger pointing toward me. And then a great, eerie voice boomed from on high:
"`There's a time to reap, a time to sow, and after you've blown it, there's a time to go . . .'"
"Throw your hands in the air, and wave 'em like you just don't care! Can I get a whut whut, Connectizzle?"
WF
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