Comments on: INFLUENTIAL DFL CAUCUS BRINGS IN CRISIS MANAGMENT TEAM TO REACT TO AL FRANKEN’S GRAPHIC PLAYBOY COLUMN

By: el presidente

el presidente — Sun, 25 May 2008 23:59:40 +0000

Do you mean “numchuku” skills?

By: Chestnut

Chestnut — Thu, 22 May 2008 17:26:23 +0000

Leroy has good nunchuku skills… bow hunting skills… computer hacking skills… and the “liger” is pretty much his favorite animal.

It’s like a lion and a tiger mixed… bred for its skills in magic.

By: Pete

Pete — Thu, 22 May 2008 17:08:54 +0000

Leroy, good come back. OK, maybe not. It appears you of all people should not be critical of someone elses argumentative skills. Silly boy.

By: Chestnut

Chestnut — Thu, 22 May 2008 14:46:33 +0000

What’s funny is Leroy commenting on anyone’s skills for argumentation. LOL.

By: Wade Seeker

Wade Seeker — Thu, 22 May 2008 14:01:35 +0000

Say Leroy, I hope you’re keeping a scrp book of all of Angry Als stupid moves too, I’d the pole barn you’re storing them in is getting crowded.

By: Leroy Jenkins

Leroy Jenkins — Wed, 21 May 2008 23:41:24 +0000

Pete- With argumentative skills like those, it is no wonder you are a republican.

Swiftee- I’m filing away all your glib little statements, and as a momento, I will provide you with a scrapbook of your own stupidity to cradle when Al Franken is elected this fall.

By: el presidente

el presidente — Wed, 21 May 2008 23:27:53 +0000

Swiftee: “Now go SIT by your dish.”
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Perhaps a bit more of Chestnut’s “SAT-ire”?

It used to be the standard, “Now go lay by your dish,” however, horizons may be rising.

There are two USA Senators per state so most people who aspire to be elected, do not actually get elected. [Some are temporarily appointed to fill a vacant position].

By: Swiftee

Swiftee — Wed, 21 May 2008 21:49:47 +0000

Leroy just can’t take the suspense; his nerves are all shot. He’s wondering just how much worse it’s going to be!

Here’s a tip to help calm those nerves, dolt #4: It’s going to be one screaming nightmare after another for Team Franken until after Norm is sworn in for his next term.

Now go sit by your dish.

By: Pete

Pete — Wed, 21 May 2008 21:10:36 +0000

Leroy, You have nothing. OK, you have Al. I guess that means you have nothing. He is officially toast. Bring on the next loser.

By: Leroy Jenkins

Leroy Jenkins — Wed, 21 May 2008 21:02:19 +0000

An influential caucus? What kind of crap is this. If you have a story write it. If you have a theory, promote it. If you have nothing, admit it.

By: Chestnut

Chestnut — Wed, 21 May 2008 20:40:38 +0000

Come on, that deserved better than a “heh.” Get it “SAT ire”!!! He sat on her!!! That’s gold!!!

Your obviously to stupid to get the intelligence of my humor.

LOL!

By: el presidente

el presidente — Wed, 21 May 2008 18:00:41 +0000

…SEX HELPS SELL BUT, why even buy THE ABOVE SATIRE

Now AMEND [by SUBSTITUTION], the NAME(S):

Non-endorsed, non-primaried, candidates
~Al Franken for Norm Coleman

Male for female [with proper pronouns]
~Al Franken for Lieutenant Governor Molneau

Human with political beast
~Al Franken for DFL donkey or GOP elephant

[this aforementioned substitution helps demonstrate the wickedness of exchanging evil with another evil].

By: Swiftee

Swiftee — Wed, 21 May 2008 17:58:02 +0000

Oh, BTW @ Chestnut…heh.

By: Swiftee

Swiftee — Wed, 21 May 2008 17:56:20 +0000

We should not forget to thank team Franken for all of it’s hard work and success in causing the DFL to waste such huge sums of money, and so much energy on their mongrel, er, I mean candidate.

Thanks!

By: Chestnut

Chestnut — Wed, 21 May 2008 17:10:04 +0000

Al had an urgent need. And the team arrived as if on cue.

Her name was Jasmine and she led the DFL’s crack team of spinsters. The scent of lemon verbena wafted into the room as she passed through the door.

She heaved a file on to the long, sleek conference table. Franken was out of his mind with desire.

To clear his mind, he excused himself from the room. A few minutes with a towel stuffed in his mouth, barking like a dog on the treadmill was exactly what he needed.

Or maybe that just got him worked up all the more. Jasmine was asking tough questions now. His rage burning ever hotter.

“I’ll teach her what to think,” he thought as he crossed the room and did some heaving of his own.

Down on the floor they fell. The other members of the team, puzzled, could only stand by and watch.

The ticking and throbbing in his head muffled the moans and screams, as he buried her head with his fat, flatulent ass.

Moments later, as security officers arrived to carry him away, he said: “But it was satire!”