On this dumb American night when Tracy Morgan is announcing his exploratory committeeand an "anal sex joke" named Rick Santorum still gets Campaign 2012 news coverage, let's all remember poor little rich boy Mitt Romney. He's been running for president since approximately 1965, which was just about when Maureen Dowd first heard "Subterranean Homesick Blues" and
WRONG! Weird Al wrote his remarks on <i>paper</i>, Sarah Palin&trade; writes her remarks on her <i>hand</i>. Also Weird Al is a colorful character who&#039;s video is in black-and-white, while Sarah Palin&trade; has no character and sees the world in black-and-white.
WOW, didn&#039;t know that. <blockquote>Romney, who was seriously injured in the crash and <strong>was momentarily feared dead</strong>, has long said there was nothing he could have done to avoid the tragedy.</blockquote>Does this mean he has a French birth certificate for his reincarnation after the crash?</strong>
&quot;Well the bricks lay on Grand Street, where the neon madmen climb; They all fall there so perfectly, it all seems so well timed. And here I sit so patiently, waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice.&quot;
WRONG! Weird Al wrote his remarks on <i>paper</i>, Sarah Palin&trade; writes her remarks on her <i>hand</i>. Also Weird Al is a colorful character who&#039;s video is in black-and-white, while Sarah Palin&trade; has no character and sees the world in black-and-white.
Perhaps he practiced polygamy over there. Just got some practice time in, is all I&#039;m saying.
WOW, didn&#039;t know that. <blockquote>Romney, who was seriously injured in the crash and <strong>was momentarily feared dead</strong>, has long said there was nothing he could have done to avoid the tragedy.</blockquote>Does this mean he has a French birth certificate for his reincarnation after the crash?</strong>
Dick the halls, Barb.
Lana, is I anal?
Bravo, O Vrab!
I need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows. Jim Cantore, say, or maybe that Stephanie Abrams babe.
Ha! They never come up into the hills! Pass me a groat cluster, would you?
&quot;Well the bricks lay on Grand Street, where the neon madmen climb; They all fall there so perfectly, it all seems so well timed. And here I sit so patiently, waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice.&quot;