Obama is an Ass

by Funkdubius

The economy sucks, my cell phone gets a busy signal and i have to poop. All at the same time. Which one do I attack first?
If I listen to the busy signal and relieve myself at the same time I might get diarrhea. And the stimulus turmoil caused my irritable bowel syndrome. I think I will listen to the busy signal and hold it all in. I am waiting for the damn switch to digital and that should free up my cellular air waves. Hurry up and don't delay.


Thanks, *FunkDubius, for this report from that Waffle House where the politicians go to waffle -- there on Sheridan Road.

Yes, this confirms that Obama is not riding the Ass, but is the Ass... a bonafide consecrated Ass.

*Many thanks to superpoop.com for photos.

*funkubius is one helluva scoop....

Some Lyrics to start the Healing

Desperado Lyrics
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?

You been out ridin' fences for so long now

Oh, you're a hard one I know that you got your reasons

These things that are pleasin' you... Can hurt you somehow

Don' you draw the queen of diamonds, boy She'll beat you if she's able

You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet...

Now it seems to me, some fine things Have been laid upon your table

But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger

Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home

And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'

Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?

The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine

It's hard to tell the night time from the day

You're loosin' all your highs and lows

Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?

Come down from your fences, open the gate

It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you

You better let somebody love you, before it's too late.

Eagles