“Knock knock”

“Who’s there?”

“Bill Clinton’s penis.”

“AEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII” (back door opens, footsteps running, car starting, car peels away).

Because Clinton left his cigar in Monica.

(Eww, that brings up a weird mental image involving chickens and vaginas)

Despite the grief he gets for his eloquent regurgitation of GOP talking points, Gary, to his credit, keeps his poise and does not get personal with the commenters. I salute you, Gary, for you are truly a troll of honor.

Mark Foley broke the child predator law that he passed while working for the no-sex-especially-if-you’re-a-fag party.

*Funny not found* (Abort/Retry/Ignore?)

Such is the brand of humor that gave us Prickly City and Mallard Fillmore.

*THIS SPACE FOR RENT*

I just get so… excited, by the prospect of having the sweaty wrestler to kick around for the next month.

And… I’m addicted to vanilla (you know, the really good kind from Mexico.)

And… I had a traumatic childhood. So you can see why it’s not my fault at all.

I’m seeking treatment immediately.

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Denny, stay right where you are. Don’t let the libs get you down, man. We’re here for you, brother.

Yes, Denny. Yes, yes, YES!! Stay right there!! Stay right there until November 7!! Baby!!!

Does ‘limpy take that big of a cut for pimping you?

Steve Forbes is the male Nicole Richie — someone who insists he should be famous because he’s the spawn of someone who actually *succeeded* in becoming famous. You may not approve of either Lionel Richie’s or Malcolm Forbes’ work, but at least you knew why they were all over the pages of People, or Forbes, magazine.

George Dubya is the male Paris Hilton (and, yeah, I know Radar magazine beat me to that one). He’s never actually done anything that wasn’t a low-level felony, but his handlers have managed to parley his genetic inheritance into an actual “career” of Being-famous-for-being-famous.

And America is the twenty-first-century Roman Empire, because we’re actually having a discussion about the celebrity of individuals whose greatest achievement came on the day they were born.