Rodney is an IT Implementation Consultant in the Motor City and working within the Automotive Industry. He contributed to OTB from November 2004 until retiring in July 2017, hosting some 1200 OTB Caption Contests.
“Karl, let’s create some more news that distracts the people from war issues. This guy to my right has a wife who is a spy. It worked once. Nuff said?”
Bush: See that SOB reporter over there? What he does not know is that I was the one who was behind the leak of Plame. Sorry, Karl, if Fitzgerald want to really get someone, you will have to be the sacrificial lamb.
Rove: “Mr. President, it’s wartime, so I only eat MRE’s.”
Bush: “MRE’s?”
Rove: “Mindless Reactionary Elitists.” [urp!] “Whoops, that Joe Wilson Bourdelais a la Antoine is starting to repeat on me. Too much cayenne, I guess.”
GW: “Karl, good timing getting the Prosecutor to bring up this CIA leak thing right as I am about to appoint a Justice. Divide and conquer those Democrats. They wont know which one to fight for more.”
Then Saint Peter looks up and sees George W. Bush. Saint Peter scratches his head and says, ‘Einstein and Picasso both managed to prove their identity. How can you prove yours?’
George W. looks bewildered and says, ‘Who are Einstein and Picasso?’
Saint Peter sighs and says, ‘Come on in, George.'”
“Karl, H. L. Mencken said, ‘As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.’ Is that me?”
GW: “Hey is the ‘Monda OTB Caption Contest’ supposed to be a bigger version of the regular Monday Contest?
KR: “No Boss, Rodney just forgot the Y!”
Agent: “Oh Good Grief!
Mondays! Good Grief!
“Ever hear of a guy named Vince Foster?”
Always two there are, a master and an apprentice. But which one was this?
Bush: “Who is that guy taking our picture over there?”
Rove: “That’s Rodney Dill. He runs the caption contests over at otb.com.”
Bush: “Oh right, I love those contests! Agent Smith, do something funny!”
Agent Smith (mumbling): “This job sucks.”
“Karl, let’s create some more news that distracts the people from war issues. This guy to my right has a wife who is a spy. It worked once. Nuff said?”
Bush:Damn Karl!…what up whith your hair…..yo?
Bush: “Oh look, the Democrats are burning somebody in effigy, ain’t that cute. Who is it this time? Me? Rumsfeld?”
Rove: “No, Mr. President, that one looks a little more zaftig — Hey!”
“Good Lord, Karl, your forehead is so big I can see it from the back!”
“You’re right, Karl, Joe Wilson’s an S.O.B. but his wife’s pretty darn hot … and you said she works where?”
Gotta love these windy days, eh Karl.
Man I bet it just infuriates the Democrats when the sunlight hits your head and shows up like a halo on those TV cameras.
What kind of polish do you use, I gotta get me some of that when my hair goes.
Rodney,
Sorry, I just couldn’t help my self 🙂
I probably deserved it for the PUNishment I provided in your last contest.
Bush’s plans to totally drive liberals nuts will involve Rove quitting, then Bush will nominate him for the Supreme Court.
Karl, go ahead! Flip ’em the finger…it’ll make ya’ feel a whole lot better!
“Karl, I’m going to nominate you to the Supreme Court just so I can watch smoke come out of Ted Kennedy’s ears.”
Bush: Karl, I warned you about them. See, there’s a whole galloping herd of Clymers, right over there!
Geo: I thought it wasn’t real.
Ropheus: Your mind makes it real.
Geo: If you’re killed by Helen Thomas in the Matrix, do you die there?
Ropheus: The body cannot live without the mind.
Rove: Stop trying to hit me and hit me!
W: Don’t feed the trolls, er reporters Karl.
Bush: See that SOB reporter over there? What he does not know is that I was the one who was behind the leak of Plame. Sorry, Karl, if Fitzgerald want to really get someone, you will have to be the sacrificial lamb.
Rove: Uhmmm..
“See Karl, they don’t even have fences. And you can play the first six holes on the golf course without a guard present. So don’t sweat it”
Bush: Karl, Who does your hair?
Rove: The wind Mr. President…The wind
“Damn right, Karl, Judy Miller does look hot in stripes.”
“Laura sure blew my cover last night.”
W.: Karl, either this kid next to me is a Democrat, or he’s got one hell of a case of the Mondays …
Karl, why is there a microphone on the back of your head?
“Psst…Karl,do you watch MXC? Don’t get eliminated!”
Bush: “So what’d you have for lunch today, Karl?”
Rove: “Mr. President, it’s wartime, so I only eat MRE’s.”
Bush: “MRE’s?”
Rove: “Mindless Reactionary Elitists.” [urp!] “Whoops, that Joe Wilson Bourdelais a la Antoine is starting to repeat on me. Too much cayenne, I guess.”
He-heh, is that what I think it is, Karl? Yep, by God, it is. The White House press corp all tangled up in hooks, lines, and sinkers. Good job, buddy.
“Hey Karl, you know that word N U C L E A R. How do you say it?”
GW: “Karl, good timing getting the Prosecutor to bring up this CIA leak thing right as I am about to appoint a Justice. Divide and conquer those Democrats. They wont know which one to fight for more.”
Rove: “Glad I could be of service.”
“Wow, you’re right Karl. Chomps can bite a man in half. Let the New York Times know they need a replacement in the press pool.”
“Ya know Karl, I can see through your one ear and out the other. For real.”
W: See the sharks circling Karl?
Rove: We should put out more chum!
“My favorite Dubya joke, Karl?
Then Saint Peter looks up and sees George W. Bush. Saint Peter scratches his head and says, ‘Einstein and Picasso both managed to prove their identity. How can you prove yours?’
George W. looks bewildered and says, ‘Who are Einstein and Picasso?’
Saint Peter sighs and says, ‘Come on in, George.'”
“Too bad we’re Republicans, Karl. If I were a Democrat, I’d invite that blonde over there into the Oval Office to enjoy a cigar.”
“Karl, H. L. Mencken said, ‘As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.’ Is that me?”
“See that little hottie over there, Karl? She looks just like Diana Ross. Honest, I sooooo wanted to nominate her for The Supremes.”