It’s Friday, that means it’s time for the Wizbang Weekend Caption Contest™. Winners will be announced Sunday evening.
Update: Winners announced.
Weekend Caption Contest™
It’s Friday, that means it’s time for the Wizbang Weekend Caption Contest™. Winners will be announced Sunday evening.
Update: Winners announced.
“Feel that? I just spit in that hand.”
“Cheney sleeps with the fishes.”
McCain “If I keep my eyes closed it will be over quicker”
Bush: “OMG! Did you see the rack on that chick in the front row?”
“I hope you don’t mind the Army following you around for the next 5 months so nothing bad happens to you… you know, like running as Kerry’s vice-persident…”
MB&B… heh. Reminded me of the joke “Is that Kitty Green?”
Bush: Don’t turn around, but Kerry’s up there in the balcony pounding on the glass and screaming at you…..
Fredo, you’re my older brother and I love you, but don’t ever take sides with anyone against the family again. Ever.
Related — am I the only one who noticed that the day after Kerry outlined his foreign policy platform, McCain rushed to the aid of Bush?
Check me out! Do still smell of Garlic and Blue Cheese?
John McCain discovers that a Bush in the hand is worth more than Kerry’s Bird.
Meet the man behind the man!
After we finished with the attack dogs we threw them into bamboo cages.
Yep, that’s a knife in my left hand … Sorry about the pain.
bush: is that your hand on my ass?
“Don’t you EVER think of bailing on me again. I know where you live!”
“John, I hope those low-altitude helicopter overflights in your neighborhood didn’t inconvenience you in any way. Oh, and thanks for staying with the Republican Party. I never doubted you for a second.”
“Let’s get together for some arm-wrestlin’ sometime.”
“OK, so the fix is in. You accept the VP position on Kerry’s ticket, then around Halloween profess your gay affair with John.”
“…then if you want to return to, America, the Land you Love, vote for me, click your heels together, and say ‘there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home…'”
Your wife will be fine John, as long as you play ball.
“I kinda envy you, John, with you retirin’ to that ocean front property you got there down in Arizona…”
Bush: “John, I’m ripping up those photos as soon as I get on Air Force One. Thanks for stopping by. Oh, by the way, hope you can make our annual Christmas Party.”
Give a good introduction and I’ll have my men let your wife out for some sun tomorrow. Let me down and I’ll behead her.”
“Well John, the way I see it is you military boys can back me, or the party that hands out “badges of honor” as cheaply as lies. Least ways to hear Hill Billy Boy tell it.”
Kerry just wants you to intern for him.
We’re gonna nuke the fucks. Keep it under your hat.
“…now, when I snap my fingers you’ll awaken feelin’ refreshed, an’ you won’t remember any of this conversation. All you will know is that John Kerry is a prison guard from the ol’ Hanoi Hilton.”
Good job keeping J Frenchie K busy…don’t worry, come January there will be some serious changes…you’re in there.
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There’s a better picture of me at digitalwarfighter.com.
Bush: Who farted? Ah, that damn McCain again – all that spicy Mexican food they eat in Arizona…
McCain: What’s that smell? Has W been eating Mexican again? Damn Texans…
Nice move, John. Let’s run that play again. Fake left, run right, on two. Ready, break!
I know John, I know, Theresa Heinz-Kerry gives the best damn head… but you have to forget about her.
“Hello? Laura? I’m calling you on the new McCain Robot Phone that Condi developed for me. Nobody can tell it’s not the real John McCain!”
“John, John, John, didn’t your momma never tell ya, don’t run with scissors?“
Damn, I drank the water and I think I just shit myself!
I know I said 20 million but 15 million is all I got! Now smile and look pretty!
You run for Vice President with Kerry and you’ll wish you never had that cancer cut off your face.
Feel this, go ahead, just a little bit lower.
McCain (thinking): Take you hand off my butt, take your hand off my butt, take your hand…