
HO HO HOLY CRAP did you guys screw this country.
(Santa visits the NYSE)
picture: dunno source, via our lol builder. lol caption: LolaBonne
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HO HO HOLY CRAP did you guys screw this country.
(Santa visits the NYSE)
picture: dunno source, via our lol builder. lol caption: LolaBonne
You tell ‘em Santa! Tell ‘em we want a billion dollar bailout for Christmas! And a new car!
Santa needs a bailout.
Coal, Coal, Executive Pen, Coal, Coal, Reindeer Crap, Coal, Elf Poop, Coal…
Steve, That’s choice. . . Thank you & Happy holidays!!!
Lot of guys got their bonuses… since the only way they got that was on the back of us Tax payers (UK and US) unless Santa exists…
“You’ve all been bad boys… but the Missus likes em bad so here!”
Interesant, dat nu vrei sa adaugi putin umor siteului tau
? O poza haioasa cu animale care se schimba in fiecare zi.
Daca da, da click pe numelea meu
Meu traducător a putea nu tell ce tu said. Numai cel puţin I know tu eşti Român
Darn my latin is only getting me so far…
I like this! Good one!
Thank you!
The guy with the glasses is dyslexic, he tried to sell his soul to Santa.
Imagine his surprise when he discovers Hell *is* frozen over, and he has to
spend eternity as a short toy maker…
YEAH! Darn puppy eating liberals.
(hope someone saw that chart on the chart section of this website)
Random Comment is very random.
A VISIT FROM ANTI-SANTA
‘Twas the night before Christmas back in ’92,
the White House was busy, with so much to do
The missiles were packed for Iranian care,
in hopes that their drug payments soon would be there.
The traitors were nestled all snug in their jail
with visions of pardons – their prez would prevail.
Bahbah in her kerchief, and I, the lame duck,
had settled our plans for just passing the buck –
when, hearing again that old “there you go” mantra,
I sprang from my desk like a bloodthirsty Contra.
Away to the window and what should appear,
but a twenty-mule sled (like on TV’s frontier)
with a little old driver so cheap and so chipper
I knew in a moment it must be the Gipper.
The sleigh came down hard on the White House’s roof,
no need for a chimney, just S. D. I. …poof !
His face was like wax and his suit, cleaned and pressed,
his script was on freedom; he’s Hollywood’s best.
He told me my error: like him I should feign
forgetfulness, smile, to win any campaign.
He looked at the stockings and then he brought forth
for Weinberger, Poindexter, Oliver North
full pardons for treason; I heard him exclaim,
“Anti-Christ-mas to all – now there’s no one to blame!”
That … was … awesome.
Thanks, I’ve been writing poetry forever. Happy you liked it.
The guy on the left learned the hard way: Do NOT make Santa mad at you, or he will use his magic glove to turn you into a hideous neanderthal mutant with a gigantic tooth growing directly out of your nose!
Tessie, you should rent space in your head. It’s a wonderful place, so you’re sure to get top dollar! Thanks for the wonderful guffaw, and Happy-Merry to you and yours.
Merry Christmas? (Slash Hanukkah/Ramadan/Festivus/Yule/Oh dear god don’t let that crazy old lady near me again?) I’m feelin’ the holiday spirit, guys.