Because Ari Emanuel is never wrong, I submit the following casting suggestions for the inevitable upcoming feature films: The Old Man I Shot Was Me (Metaphorically Speaking): The Dick Cheney Story and How Condi Got Her Groove Back.
Isn't it comforting to know that even with an uncharacteristically vulnerable expression, Cheney still looks 68% like Cheney? Also, feel free to add your own potential-but-unlikely Bush administration musical chairs movie title below.
Sometimes I see a Cheney picture and I love it beyond what any clever words can say. Such is the case with this picture below. The evil is there, for sure, but there's something else expressed in his eyes as well...Insanity? Rage? Insane Rage?
Late on this one, but, umm...go Joe Rogan. Not since Newsradio have I felt this kind of goodwill towards you. Use it wisely.
This article about Bush getting two moles removed from his face lends itself to so many half-baked joke ideas about them having been, like, the angel and devil on his shoulder. Or maybe that's just me.
I totally hope that Britney is actually in rehab. And that "rehab" is now a code word for "time machine that can bring her back to when, I swear to god, she was totally awesome". It was maybe...2000?
Have an excellent three-day weekend, folks. Working for a British company means I'll be around on Monday. As you can imagine, they care little for our presidents.
As Cheney surveyed the decks of his first model aircraft carrier, the USS Fuck Everyone, he couldn't help but think that all the hours sitting in his undisclosed location, shunning society, fingers covered in craft glue, had been worth it.
Now, if he could just figure out how to get the damned thing into the glass bottle...