The Decider tries to give The Finger.
"Wait, didn't we already do the man with a tape recorder up his nose bit?"WF
One more fucking question Helen. Just one.
Fool me once...and...
And, ya see folks, Democracy in Iraq is as real as this basketball I'm spinning on my finger.
To be the man, you've got to beat the man!
You want to take a shot at me, Stretch? Bring it on.
Nope, just a booger. Next question.
Lamest. Shocker. Ever.
The "booger" comment - you've still got it, Studio.
Pull my finger, Helen.
There is an awkward pause when the wireless receiver mounted on Bushbot's back relays the command to extend the POINTER finger, completely undercutting his witty zinger, "Fuck you, Helen!" Jim Henson is spinning in his grave.
"You can say whatever you like about me; I'm still numero . . . uh . . . one-oh."
Bravo, S.D., for the best of a good batch.
Malcolm blowers number one! Oh, wait, I did it wrong, let me try again....
"I eat breakfast 300 yards from 4,000 journalists trained to fellate me. You can't handle the truthy."
DUH! Do you understand the words that are coming ot of my mouth.
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This morning, the president held a tantrum -- I'm sorry, a "press conference" -- and gave us another image to play with.
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The Decider tries to give The Finger.
"Wait, didn't we already do the man with a tape recorder up his nose bit?"
WF
One more fucking question Helen. Just one.
Fool me once...and...
And, ya see folks, Democracy in Iraq is as real as this basketball I'm spinning on my finger.
To be the man, you've got to beat the man!
You want to take a shot at me, Stretch? Bring it on.
Nope, just a booger. Next question.
Lamest. Shocker. Ever.
The "booger" comment - you've still got it, Studio.
Pull my finger, Helen.
There is an awkward pause when the wireless receiver mounted on Bushbot's back relays the command to extend the POINTER finger, completely undercutting his witty zinger, "Fuck you, Helen!"
Jim Henson is spinning in his grave.
"You can say whatever you like about me; I'm still numero . . . uh . . . one-oh."
Bravo, S.D., for the best of a good batch.
Malcolm blowers number one!
Oh, wait, I did it wrong, let me try again....
"I eat breakfast 300 yards from 4,000 journalists trained to fellate me. You can't handle the truthy."
DUH!
Do you understand the words that are coming ot of my mouth.
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