Sure, but when your afternoon editor needed help moving last week, Bobby Jindal was nowhere to be found. He can die in that stuffed-animal crane machine he’s stuck in for all we care.
CRIES FOR HELP 4:23 pm October 29, 2010
Desperate Bobby Jindal In Some Kind of Louisiana Diaper Situation
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You should have asked Carl Paladino to help you move. He's not doing anything.
Did you offer free beer?
Bobby's fallen and he can't get (it) up.
No, wait, that was John Boehner.
I asked that fucker for a short-term loan and he turned me down. You sow what you reap, Jindal!
These ads are making me feel Trig'd.
Dear Governor Kenneth —
Exorcism is creepy and doesn't work. The next time you want to lie on top of a crazy woman, just ask her — she'll probably let you. You're welcome.
I'm going to go out on a limb here & say: No, I don't think any woman (crazy or not) wants Piyush laying on top of them.
And yet the malls are just teeming with unfuckable people, generation after generation. I don't have to like it, but I know it goes on.
I called in for tech support and that little prick put me on hold for twenty minutes.
Aren't there any 'real Americans' in your neighborhood? The type that would lead a helping hand to anyone who totally shared their world viewpoint & conspiracy theories?
Any idea what this is about, Worthly Wokette Skum?
It has to do with a shipment to Afghanistan, you Skum.
Bobby Jindal … stuck in a stuffed-animal crane and this involves a shipment to Afghanistan?
I was going to delay the heavy drinking until Tuesday when the inmates begin taking over, but maybe a wee drop of the creature now would be a good idea.
Wait till you hear what happened when he went through TSA security screening.
*clapping hands with delight*
What? What? What? What happened? Tell us!
Nope.
Awww, Bobby, are those mean ol' earthquake monitors lurking under your bed again?
"From the Director of Slumdog Millionaire"
That's not racially transcendent!
Bummer. I was wanting to see a pic of lil Bobby in a diapey with some angry oily crabs snapping at him.
Oh. haha! I mean sea crabs, not Vitter diaper hooker crabs. Although they're probably angry and oily too.
For the last fucking time, Piyush, I am not going to hold down a woman while you throw holy water on her. Not even if she's projectile vomiting Galatoire's turtle soup from every orifice.
Oh, goodness. Thank you for reminding me of Galatoire's. I'll overlook the projectile vomiting part.
I have no idea if it's worth shit anymore, but thirty years ago it was way better than Antoine's or Arnaud's, or pretty much anything.
Man, if I had a nickle for every time I've been asked that…
Wait. What's going on with Bobby? I don't wanna have to google it my ownself. This is my primary/only news source!
Jindal's stuck in a canyon, his arm pinned under a boulder. If only a volcano monitor could come along and help him…
Wasn't that the plot of Saw 3?
Jindal's problem seems to have something to do with James Franco; maybe they met, Bobby thought he was gonna some good sexytimes then James brought his girlfriend Kimoko the Japanese sex pillow.
Boehner called to get Bobby’s own personal bronzing tips and now Bobby’s at a loss to make something up.
It says, 'Need Your Help – E', which either means he's out of gas, or, more likely, he's been dancing in his polyester Brady Bunch 'Bobby' costume all night and needs some water. Or both.
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