Rep. Greasy McPorker's page

*rolls in pork barrel*

Boy, I say boy, give me your vote!

Sissyl wrote:

If a politician gives you a muffin, you can be quite certain you will be the one paying for it.

If any politicians are reading this - I like muffins, and will vote for you if you give me one.

Boy, I say boy! Would you like a cornbread muffin?

Rep. Greasy McPorker wrote:

Heathennsson wrote:

Get back in your hole.

Boy, I say boy! I'm just trying to get my fair share of the pork barrel projects, that's all. Share and share alike, that's what I always say.

I warned you. Guts Rep. McPorker and begans smoking him for bacon.

Say now...I don't feel so good...

Get back in your hole.

Boy, I say boy! I'm just trying to get my fair share of the pork barrel projects, that's all. Share and share alike, that's what I always say.

Well snap out of it. The political threads are taking over again.

Say now, what's wrong with that, little darlin'?

Dick, bring your shotgun. We've got a live one!

Boy, don't make me get my whuppin' stick.

This is more confusing than a mouse in a burlesque show!

Madam, you are as subtle as a hand grenade in a barrel of oat meal.

I say, what's with all the commotion? Why I'm just passin' through yonder, an honest man looking for what he misplaced, see? Can y'all help your poor gummint representative out?

I say, what's with all the commotion? Why I'm just passin' through yonder, an honest man looking for what he misplaced, see? Can y'all help your poor gummint representative out?

'Scuse me, good sirs, anyone see where I put my pork barrel project?

But...but...but... I can't help myself. You're so awesome. You rule all 57 states. Yes we can... yes we can...

Nice boy, but about as sharp as a sack of wet mice.

Scurry back to Foggy Bottom and try to refrain from adding more pork to the stimulus bill you fiend!

Whacks Greasy with his walking stick

Boah, If you don't stop talkin' so much, you'll get your tongue sunburned.

I wuv aliases.

Boy, I say boy! You sound like you're a few sandwiches short of a picnic, son.

Boy, I say boy, that Sebastian fellow is about as sharp as a bowling ball.

FIRE IT UP! FIRE IT UP!

Fire whut up? Is thar a grill going on?

hehe I kin saing fer a spell dontcha remember dem diddies I saing fer yall back a bit; well; been hanging in some other dimensions and met some fellers bit musikally inclined ifn's yall wanna have a jam session of pickin n grinnin.

Boah, ya needs to get yerself an edumacation and learn some grammar.

Rep. Greasy McPorker wrote:

Aberzombie wrote:

Whar'd evybuddy go? Ah thawt we wuz gonna have uh partee?

See boy, that ugly face of yours is scaring folks away!

Ah knowed ya ain't tawkin bout me Mr. Leghorn, cuz ah'm one uh thuh perty ones. Ya musta bin lookin inna mirror, er sumthin.

Boah, I say boah! Ya ain't got no nose, I can see yer brains, son. That ain't natural.

Whar'd evybuddy go? Ah thawt we wuz gonna have uh partee?

See boy, that ugly face of yours is scaring folks away!

hold on now <takes a several huge racks of slow, smoked ribs out of the smoker which are all slathered in sauce; puts them on a huge platter along with several pots o more heated sauce; sets that on the central picnic table; with some mashed taters, spiced pork sausage; cole slaw; hot buttered grilled corn on the cob; a whole pile of grilled vegetables; several plates of fry bread and salt; pepper and large blocks o butter; add some lemonaide; iced tea along with many pitchers of different type beers and its a sumptous meal.>

ding o ling; come n git at it.

k; now let us get grubbin; smack dem teeth; lick dem lips n git to it.

What? No cornbread?

Whar is that Aberzombie, I got a bone to pick with him.
Get it? Bone? skeleton? See boy, I made a funny!

Go away, son, ya bother me.
Don't give me the big idea of bashin' you in the bazooka thataway.

The only people who should be deported are people who think other people should be deported! "Give us your poor, your huddled masses, yearning to be free." Not "Give us your rich, fair-skinned, well-educated, english-speaking elite, yearning to exploit everyone else so that they can afford a seventh house in the country and a private jet."

Balderdash son, ah'm only trying to buy my fifth house, thankee very much.

Boah, I say, that owl is more mixed up than a bunch of feathers in a twister! He done think he can use a gun.

Boah, I say, boah!
Son, that kobold's as sharp as a sack of wet mice!

Come see the violence inherent in the system! HELP! HELP! I'M BEING REPRESSED!

That boah's just like a tattoo -- gets under your skin!

As the chairman of the Whig National Committee, I urge all of you to rise up and barbeque Greasy McPorker in true 4th of July fashion.

Sic Semper Tyrannis!

Go away, son, ya bother me! That boah don't stop talking so much he'll get his tongue sun burned.

Shall I kick the whining liberal for you, sir?

Ah think that might teach him a lesson, son. That boah's about as sharp as a bowlin' ball.

While I want to help people, I don't want Rep. Greasy McPorker to lavish government jobs on his family to administrate giveaway programs with limited oversight. I wish they could be held more acountable, but as this is a meta issue in mainstream politics, it will never change. All we can do is try to vote where we can.

Boah, I say boah, us gummint fat cats need our cut of the pork too, ya see.