I Can’t Say With Certitude
June 3rd, 2011 - 11:47 am
“Congressman Weiner, is this a picture of you?”
“I can’t say with certitude.”
“Congressman Weiner, is this a picture of you?”
“I can’t say with certitude.”
“Congressman Weiner, is this a picture of you?”
“I can’t say with certitude.”
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His poll is way down, and so there’s a frown
On this cocky prickly puerile clown…
Get it? “Clepter Smilpock-3rd? Ha. Ha. Ha.
Pretty sure that dude with the laptop on his Member Of Congress is a scammed 419 scammer?
but on a technical, pure, and pedantic level he indeed cannot say with certitude.
Mark Levin’s radio show about weiner had me laughing to tears. Now these great photgraphs from the pajama crowd. What a very funny week indeed.
I’m pretty sure the fourth picture is not the Congressman. He is not such a fun guy.
I think I busted a rib laughing so hard. But … (wait for it) … I can’t say with certitude.
– Hardy Boys episode: “Oh, I’m getting a clue! I’m really getting a clue!!”
My eyes! Oh, my eyes!
I’m not thinking that this article is fit for the PJ media name…
Retorted the congressman, “Am I my wiener’s keeper?”
Heh. I said “congress.”
Ah…Zombie? I’m almost afraid to ask this, but: the sources of those photos is….?
Good heavens.
The source? Google Images, of course! (With the “SafeSearch” filter turned off, needless to say.) Type in various combinations of “bizarre,” “sex,” “freaky,” “perverted,” etc. and just keep clicking and scrolling until your eyes explode and your soul dies, and you can find a picture of almost anything. Took me about 15 minutes to track these down (and another 15 minutes to blur the naughty parts). The therapy to recover from the experience, alas, will take years.
I salute your dedication, and will follow the course of your recovery with sympathetic interest.
You are too funny.
That first cowboy photo isn’t wiener, it’s me. I think I saw a photo of Wiener though in that Christians bashing gays rally.
I believe he used the “can’t say with certitude” line b/c there are other similar pictures out there sent by him.
He has to wait until his lawyers track down all the other starry-eyed liberal co-ed recipients and pay them off to forestall the possibility of the other pictures popping up somewhere (possibly the N. Enquirer, right Tiger). After all, jobs are hard to find right now for graduates with useless majors like journalism.
Once he issues a confident denial that the picture isn’t him, you’ll know the ink has dried on all the settlement documents and the IT teams have scrubbed the recipients computers.
What on Earth is it that inspires some men to hang heavy weights from their privates?
Thanks, zombie, for once again providing pictures that I wish I’d never seen.