| | | I AM the son of the morning star. | |
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| | Not that there's anything wrong with that. | |
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| | | Shape-shift into a reptoid... | |
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| | Recipe for Instant Hitler: Take one Bush, and add one funny mustache. | |
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| | It's not the W House. I never said it was. | |
| | | Lucifer can appear as an angel of light. | |
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| | Now you will see the power of the Dark Side. | |
| | | Here's what I'd look like with a Hitler 'stache. | |
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| | I wish the dog was President. | |
| | | My trip to Brazil (in effigy). | |
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| | Fake Furrowed Frownie Face. | |
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| | | You sure you got the right angle for the halo thing? | |
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| | | I don't know who changed the sign to "The W House." | |
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| | "I can't believe it's not butter." | |
| | | Time to start deifying Hitlery. She's glowing. | |
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| | | "The operation has moved into the next phase, Mr. President." | |
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| | I just ett me a armadilla. | |
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