Obama Biden 2008!
Obama Biden 2008
Campaign posters for the Obama Biden 2008 ticket are already being posted on the internet. Some of these guys are really on top of things. This campaign poster was created at Exurban League. I hope the Obama Biden campaign will consider using it.
h/t: The Median Sib
August 24th, 2008 at 12:15 am
The-wife-John-McCain-callously-left-behind
August 24th, 2008 at 12:22 am
John - sour grapes?
August 26th, 2008 at 12:40 pm
Smug & Plugs is good but how about
PHONYBALONEY08
CHECK IT OUT http://www.cafepress.com/americanharriso
August 28th, 2008 at 10:14 am
MY FRIEND, YO! YO! YO! MY FRIEND, YO! YO! YO! MC CAIN IN THE HOUSE. We couldn’t get MC Hammer, so you just got me. I’m angry, bitter old man that they call MC. I’ll be your entertainment at the RNC!
My friend, I’m MC CAIN and I’ll mop up the floor, because I wet myself a hundred times before.
I’m an angry old man who really needs a change, and this grimace on my face really should explain.
I’m always accused of being too darn tough, but this look on my face means that I just lost my stuff.
It’s running down legs and all over my shins; I’m the Mc Daddy that’s overflowed my Depends.
I don’t know economy, but I’m so old that I do know dead, so I’ll give you a hundred years in Iraq instead. I’m just like Bush but I don’t want to brag. You’ll see it for sure when I send your kid home in a body bag.
Don’t yell GO-GO MC because it’s too rough on my head, I’ve all ready gone once and it’s all over my bed!
I don’t know how I could lead you because my heads not clear; it’s been that way because my old lady has so much beer.
How she got beer money I can’t disclose, she a sneaky old necon with tax records closed.
My friend I’ll drive us deeper in national debt and I’ll get your kids hurt or killed, but I am not worried I have Life Alert, so just get chilled.
I don’t need Air Force one to get me around; I’ll just ride in slow on my Hover Round.
Sure I’ll be your President with pickled old brains, for gosh darn sakes will somebody get me a change!
Depends is the brand I love to wear, I can’t wait to have the Whitehouse logo soiled on my underwear.
My friend if you homeless and unemployed don’t you whine and moan, I just can’t relate because I’ve got 7 homes.
For being elite I have just got to be the snobbiest, you can’t hang with me unless you’re a donating lobbyist.
Family values are the thing for me, when the first wife got hurt I had to flee. My friend a woman with sawed on legs just can’t serve tea.
I left my kids and wife and hit the door and strolled on down to the blond bimbo beer store.
I had to have her but not for my honey, it was that she still had her legs, beer and all that money.
My friends, if a rooster is a chicken and a rooster is a cock why don’t you kiss it, because I have to protect my stock. I’ll still vote for billions for Exxon, Halliburton and others around the clock.
My friend don’t hold your nose and run in shock and don’t say a word. You smell my morals in my Depends and it’s not a dead bird.
My new wife Cindy you know can’t blame her for taking all those pills. She had to have them because of my rigor mortis thrills.
She wakes up in the morning touches the growth on my head, then takes my pulse to see if I am dead.
It’s a shame you can’t test my moral that way instead. When I pop up, Cindy just screams come on MC give me four more years of George Bush dreams.