I really, really miss that shirt.
Seeing as how we’re stuck in the middle of a patriotic circle-jerk for the next two days, it only seems logical that we Americans express our patriotism by purchasing a bunch of meaningless crap. (Just don’t buy it on credit, gotta stimulate that economy baby!)
What’s the best way to commemorate the consensus worst president in American history, who left office with a stellar twenty-two percent approval rating? By wiping your ass with his face, of course. (This one also comes in Barack Obama)
My absolute favorite item on the list, for obvious reasons. Most of you have undoubtedly heard this this bitch try to give an interview, but not to worry! It doesn’t talk. In fact, that may be the best thing about it. You betcha!
According to federal statistics, there are approximately fifteen million unemployed people out there who could almost certainly use a stress reliever. You’re in luck. For the low low price of $19.97, you can take out all of that anger, frustration, and starved energy on Barack Obama himself! (Well, sort of.)
You’re killing two birds with one stone here, ladies! (Or men with uteri, of course.) Not only are you maintaining excellent hygiene at the most critical time of the month, you’re making an unequivocal statement about your love for the United States of America.
The cigar may only be five inches long, but it’s not the size of the cigar, it’s how use it my friends. (Just watch where you aim your ejaculate!)