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O Pup withers under the onslaught of Mama Brewer Bear.
…. and one more thing, if your AG sets foot in my state, I’ll have him extradited to
Mexico!
If you don’t get your hands off me this minute, I’ll have you thrown in a Phoenix jail until you can produce a REAL birth certificate.
Don’t try to kiss me now AFTER you’ve f*cked me!
O feels Brewer’s displeasure from his Operation Fast and Furious.
I tried to be nice. I even wore Marxist red just to make you feel more at home…
“Pull my finger.”
Obama: “Sorry… Biden tries that ‘Pull My Finger’ crap on me all the time.”
Obama: “Get mine with two sugars and cream, wouldya Honey.”
“You’re Fired!”
Frankly Barack, we were all stunned to find out you read something that wasn’t on a teleprompter.
“Yes, your finger does smell like ass.”
You’re not so tough without your Wookie to protect you, are you?…
…and I have never in my life been even the slightest bit condescending, little lady…
“I can pick my friends, and I can pick my nose, …. and Dammit Yes, I can even pick my President.”
What was really said between the two:
O: I’m from Washington, and I’m here to help you.
B1: Then turn right around, fly back to Washington, and do your friggin job!
or
B2: Then how bout showing the Constitution a little respect!
or
B3: Buggar Off Swampy!
“Border? I don’t even know her.”
Lando wilts under the scrutiny of Jabba the Grut.
“Man, even your wrinkles got wrinkles.”
Excuse me little lady, can you tell me where I can find the governor?
Mr. President, someone glued a taco shell to the side of your head. Oh, wait, that’s your ear. Never mind.
Scorpions for Breakfast, Snakes on the Tarmac.
I’ve always respected the office of the Presidency…until just about three years ago!
Q: Um Lady, where is the closest Tex-Mex restaurant?
A: You dumb-ass Gringo, that’s two states away.
Q: OK, but how do I get there?
A: Sigh, just get on I-10 and head East.
Yeah, well I’m “small and furious”!
Brewer: “All I’m saying, a-hole, is that YOU better be damn careful if you ‘go out for ice cream’ while you’re here in Arizonia.”
Yeah, well then you can get your little Marxist, metrosexual, cry-baby butt out of my state.
Fustian – your most irreverent yet. Your on a roll. +1
I told you before, your hush money doesn’t work in Arizona, now get your ass back on that airplane, and get the fuck outta here!
Brewer desperately tries to put her finger in the dike, to stem the flow of effluent.
“Look something on your tie” (flip) “Got you again!”
There are 50 states, not 57 dumb ass.
How do you NOT know how to pronounce “corpsmen”?
Oh yeah, well how’d you like my “typical white woman” finger shoved up your “O-hole”?
Can you tell him how to get, how to get to Sesame street.
Brewer: “Piss on you… I’m working for Mel Brooks.”
Jan Brewer oversteps protocol by launching into an argument before TOTUS is unpacked and set up on the tarmac to offer a rebuttal.
Shut up, I’m only came here to play golf.
How many fingers am I holding up?……..Don’t wait for the teleprompter to tell you, how many fingers am I holding up, dagummit?
WHAT was your wife wearing last night? C’mon man.
“We need those jobs at that Intel plant, so you get back on your plane and take off before you break something.”
“Why do I smell brewer’s yeast?”
RD, nice double entendre +1
I’m a home brewer – that’s funny right there!!
Nothing worse than a brewer fleeced
Obama (thinking) : “I must’ve made a wrong turn at Albuquerque.”
Barack Obama invades Jan Brewer’s space.
Sue my state.
David Lee Roth begs the President to help get him out of Van Halen.
http://pl.st/s/1683298833
Ask not for whom the finger points,
It points for Thee.
No, Mr. President! Your “The history of all hitherto existing…” quotation is from the Communist Manifesto.
Our Constitution starts with, “We the people of the United States…”
“If you don’t appologize to me I’ll bitch slap you right now you thin skinned arrogant prick.”
Jan Brewer tells the (P)resident that he should write a new book titled “How not to make friends and influence your betters”
Brewer: “Hold on… I’m still touching up your lipstick.”