Miss your money yet? Because my oil buddies have it. All of it.

Still think I’m the stupidest person on the planet? You haven’t seen Palin yet, have ya?

Miss Manners.

How can we miss you when you haven’t died yet?

Fuck off ya murdering fuck.

Ms. Magazine

Miss Fire.

I got nothin’.

“Fucking subhuman assplug” does it for me.  There’s no way I could top that.

“I asked for a six pack. Can’t you count the fingers?”

Thank God for term limits.

Even Michelle Malkin replies “No, not really.”

That’s because some fRighties want to pretend Bush was a stealth liberal and if a REAL Republican had been in the White House everything would be a utopia ruled by St. Ron & His Trickle Down Effect.

HTP, did you really go to college with Mark Thiessen and Dick Miniter?

“Don’t live too long, and forget about prospering”

“I’ve got this many functioning brain cells ”

“It’ll be great!  The living will envy the dead!”

What happened to the Rumper Room? Hasnt been showing for a few days now.

It’s up and running. You just need to be registered.

It keeps the rubes out, and it’s quadrupled Google searches from people who’re crazy to find out if we’re as evil as everyone says.

“Er mebbe the weapons of mass destruction is RAHT CHEER!”

“Fool me once, shame on you, fool me ... you can’t fool me twice.”

And let us not forget the fact that a lot of OB/GYNs can’t practice their love with their women patients. And that so many are finding it hard to put food on their families. And is our children learning?

Been a registered member for a while. The Rumper Room hasnt been showing.

How about:

Find those WMDs yet?

Chillum, I thought it was down too. Turns out it magically appears when you log in.

NOTE: THIS IS NOT A CAPTION CONTEST ENTRY. DADAIST POLITITCAL HUMOR HAS ITS FANS BUT I AM NOT ONE OF THEM.

Hey, Sarah! I got my ideas written on my hand too!

“On the other hand, I’ve got, um, let me see ... 1, 2, 4 ...”

“Hey! Manolo Blahniks!”

“Una, ya look tense..c’mere, Merkelgruber!”

Hey, Sarah! I got my ideas written on my hand too!

I nominate a clear and palpable win here!

“Clean My Mess Up Yet?”

No caption, but I will say this:

1am, emergency room at Hammad Hospital in Doha, Qatar. Running a 102 fever, about the same temperature as outside, but I was less humid. Couldn’t keep anything down or inside me. Only patient in the emergency room that spoke English. Female doctor on duty, all I could see were the eyes. Three CT scans, including one with a barium “tracking compound” administered via the rear. They wanted to admit me because they didn’t know if it was diverticulitis or my appendix, wanted to do surgery to find out. Away from any friends and family, looking at a possible hospital stay. Ended up being sent home with diverticulitis, heavy-duty antibiotics, and four more days of chills, weakness, and fairly constant digestive upset on both ends.

I miss that day more than I do GW Bush.

“I’m never gonna wash this hand. It was just in Cheney’s pants.”

And to be held in reserve, in the cataclysmic event that erstwhile half-Governor Sharpie gains the right to park her peep-toe F-Me MukLuks under the desk in the Oval Office for reasons other than Monica Lewinsky’s, on the day that President Palin’s sworn in:

This very photo, with the legend, “NOW we miss you!”