It’s Friday, which means it’s time for the Wizbang Weekend Caption Contest™. As you can see we had a bit of a server meltdown on Thursday, so we’re running thing off of a backup site for now. The contest will run here until we get the main site working again.
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Clinton: (thinking) ♬ Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen… ♬
Which one is not like the others?
Bill’s attempt to blend in with the crowd didn’t quite work.
Bill Clinton couldn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to sing with Jeremiah Wright’s choir.
Bill’s attempt to blend in didn’t quite work.
Hillary isnt suprised at what she sees when she peers into her cauldron and spies on what Bill is dreaming about.
Wonder if they remember Juanita Broderick?
They kinda dress like flight attendants….
I’m hearing the music from Jaws all of a sudden…
I wonder if Alex Rodriguez has been through here?
I could use a new intern…
Where’s Letterman when you need him?
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot – tonight you are mine!
Ya know I never realized Michelle had such a big Booty!
The most successful predators don’t need to blend into the background.
You girls do know that Barack is the SECOND black President?…
The ol’ Horndog-in-Chief considers saddling up one more time…
Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should
(Sniffing crotches, humping legs) Bad! Bad Bill! You go sit down! You’re a bad influence on Buddy.
My votes for fustian @ 7:43.
Let’s see, $250k per speaking engagement; $2.5 mil for the ‘library’; $100k for any public appearance; get Barry to give me a foreign ambassador job; yeah the bottom line is gonna look good this year.
Clinton thinks, “Hmmmm, I wonder if the old ticker can take a whole chorus of black girls at the same time…”
I’m just sitting here thinking about judgment day, and judicial activism, and how laws are sometimes open to different interpretations.
Now, Lord, about those ten commandments…
Bill couldn’t join the choir because his singing voice paled in comparison to the others.
Then again, everything about Bill paled in comparison.
Speech … Check.
Clean sheets … Check.
Viagra … Check.
“Give me some of that old black magic!”
America’s future is blurred as Bill counts fire sprinklers on the ceiling.
The first black president ponders his blackness.
Mmm these boogers do taste good.
Why do they keep aking me if I want a cracker????
Tamika…I know that name…..oh gawd that’s not my kid is it?
Which one is Michelle? I can’t see any arms so I can’t tell.
I wonder if they forgot I play Saxaphone when I asked if they wanted to blow my horn?
Hmmm, what would Obama do?
Teenage Choir Girl in a Church – I knew it would be a long shot when I put it on my Bucket List…
I wonder if lightning can penetrate that ceiling…
It depends on what the definition of “sick” is…
Let’s see…how did that go…mappy netted…no…sappy leaded…wait…um…nappy vetted…damn…where the hell is that Imus guy when I need hm?
Bill Clinton contemplates ’bout “ridin’ dirty” with some of the choir members.
Did her…. did her…. did those two at the same time… did her… hmmmm that one looks like fresh meat – gotta do her.
Anyone wanna make an Oreo? I got the filling!
One of these people is a nappy headed Ho. All the rest are African Americans.
Oh boy, dark meat!
I must maintain a sad appearance for this funeral. What’s-his-name was a good friend and a tireless worker for the cause of . . . the cause of . . . the pattern on those ceiling tiles looks like chocolate éclairs. Chocolate éclairs . . . chocolate éclairs . . .
“I see choirs singing, full of hot dames.
Hillary’s in the Mid-East, ain’t that a shame.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world!”
A pew to a thrill
I have to choose? Milk Chocolate? Special Dark? Hah! Both!
“Let’s see now…I can can my choice of any woman in this room if I-what is it? Kiss the devil’s claw or kiss the monkey’s paw? I think I have the eyeroll part down…This signing stuff is way too complicated!”