Monday, April 14, 2008

Message to Michelle Obama

RE: My pie, not yours

Dear Michelle Obama;

In response to your intention to cut into my pie in order to hand it over to those with less pie, I share with you words of my personal prophet and savior.

Obama: Meow?
Cartman: No, Obama, this is my pie.
Obama: Meow?
Cartman: No, Obama. Get back, Obama.
Obama: Meow?
Cartman: No, Obama, it's my pie.
Obama hisses at Cartman]
Cartman: Mom. Obama's being a dildo.
Cartman's Mom: Well, then, I know a certain Michelle Obama who's sleeping with Mommy tonight.
Cartman: What?


(Tip o' the sombrero to Breda, who also has some sound advice for the Commie Mommie. As does Sebastian.

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