He should probably take on every job in the White House at this point. After all, if any of us had to deal with Robert Gibbs on a daily basis, sitting across a table, the only real solution would be Xanax. Let’s decipher what he is thinking, for LAFFS. CAPTION CONTEST FOR THOSE WHO ARE AWAKE TO PARTICIPATE.
Oh and Peter Souza, who is awesome, took this photo. The end. Goodnight.
Obama receives news of Biden’s latest interview.
“No, Larry, I don’t think the problem with the banks is too many lady financial analysts.”
But no, I don’t think I can beat the above one, which is probably exactly what happened.
President Obama is helpless against brain freeze after drinking too quickly from his Extra Bigass Slurpee.
“I coulda had a V8!”
Shoulda had a V8 indeed, he’s getting old and chunky in record time.
Jeez America, STOP PRESSURING THE GUY.
“If if cover my eyes, i am invisible; free to soar through rainbow hued clouds on my majestic polka-dot unicorn, away from these vulgar mortals. La-la-la-la I don’t see you!”
“What would Michael Steele do?”
“What am I going to tell Allah about this?”
It’s all so Hopeless!
“If I keep facepalming like this every day, I’m going to give myself a concussion. Fucking Biden!”
Hello? McFly?!?
“These whities are so square”