Put your blackberry down, Jay Carney.
Posted on July 18, 2012, at 9:08 p.m. ET
"Your mission, should you choose to accept it: Find Waldo. And destroy him."
"So their story is he's the CEO, Chairman, President, Managing Director and sole stockholder ... but he's not in charge?"
"Then at the end of the week Michelle and I are going windsurfing for the first time ever. We're pretty stoked... What?"
White House Chief of Staff Jack Lew was not consulted prior to the posting of this picture.
"Hi, honey! I'm home."
"That was a big f***ing kiss, bro. I was loving it."
Construction worker: "You aahr!" Obama: "Nah, YOU aahr!" ... Christie: "I swallowed a bug."
On the left: Obama. On the right: Obama 40 years ago.
"You really don't think there's anything good in those tax returns? I bet it's delicious."
Years later, Jay Carney would try to picture the Rose Garden on the day that touched the lives and hearts of so many Latinos ... and remember only his game of brickbreaker.
"Womp womp. High score!"
"Oh, you really are giants."
"I may offer you a paw, but that does not mean I'm not f***ing skeptical."
The Secret Service didn't notice the girl from The Ring until far too late.
"How much choom total, bro, all four years? This much? More? ... No way. I'll stop when I get an answer, bro."
(Soundtrack for this conversation below.)
"Last point on the agenda, Mr. President: Guantanamo Bay."
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