What should have happened:Pelosi: Chris, would you take a moment and pray me with me about this right now?Wallace: Well, um...I don't see...Pelosi (talking over the top): Dear Lord, Chris and I pray for our troops to win. To win, Jesus! Play be sure our troops in Iraq come home with some kind of winnings, like a Operation Iraqi freedom patch, or, gosh, I don't know, all their f**king limbs intact. Or perhaps by winning, You should make Iraq just like America with plentiful food and water and a huge middle class and everyone gets by without killing each other most of the time. I know that sounds like a lot Lord, but it is really Chris Wallace that thinks we can have You crap out a world of sheer fantasy. If you can, we would really appreciate it. Amen.Wallace: Um...that was ripping on me, wasn't it?Pelosi: I sure as foshizzle was, you dipstick.
Nice!Spit coffee out my nose...
"cranialcolonectomy"-now that's a new word I can use!"I'm Chris Wallace, and since I can't be as well respected as my dad, can I be as famous as Rush Limbaugh or Ann Coulter? Huh, Huh, can I? Can I?"
I thought we already won. Wasn't the mission accomplished? Did I miss something?
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