The 2012 GOP Candidates Get The Bad Lip Reading Treatment [VIDEO]
“Big Potato Moths!” “Be sure the pizza has an old fly in it.” “That hobo kept screaming…” ”Tuna, eggs, Doritos, cheesecake.”
Man, lip-reading is hard.
Before mighty Facebook how would I have found Tom Hanks. Yes, I’m rolling in it. I could probably freak on you. It’s just crazy, you know. We ain’t never had this, an old riding eagles nest, nachos and hogwash. This is my juice and I’m hungry. McDonald’s special! Gimme a large plate. Then I’ll sing, sing sing about it. I’ma leave a dime for you to eat at White Castle. Pouty people and whiney people, friends shut your @$$ up or I’m going back to sleep!
I said, baby your breath is killing me.
You know, nobody will take you if you don’t stop stinkin’.
Did you hear me? I’m frustrated. Watch out for these spiders. Big potato moths. Big potato moths. Achoo! That’s five! Mexican people don’t eat sugar, especially when it’s a mixture of lice and tiger DNA. Ricky? Cowboys and anthrax. It’s like needles come through grapes now and I refuse to eat 2000 beans to build trust in these crazy cyborgs. I’m gonna dance, make love, and fix snack for the Highlander marathon! That’s right! If you like, let’s watch Disney. It’s like a time-void, and will probably result in you thinking you’re an angel.
Look at me, anybody shoot rabbits? Last night, my son got the TV, and now he’s saying if I don’t buy pretty Asian barbies off Ava, he’ll wash the dishes. Shake me all night long. Said my cool kitty Ron, “that makes you a hustler.” Four hours and two weeks, nothing! Anyway, like I always said – can’t police no underwear. All you can do is give that woodchuck a tuna melt, a romantic shoes, or a metal skull crusher. It’s crazy.
Throw out the good guys coal, and then pack staples, and a few big apples like Mr. Drysdale, diaper clippers – it’s emergency some days – and cable cutters and sunshine. It’s the most important part. Half of me swollen two days, I had to fire a man. He was flippin’. He was probably suffering. Maximus holds the patent on rice cream, and you have to go make it. It’s good. It’s a big rat with little ears and warts. And it’s supposed to know what time it is now.
Hehe, my phone’s broken.
Alright. Let’s go parachuting on Tuesday. Here in an inky fountain, we’re having a great time! Clearly there’s a bad rabbit in this block, and it’s got my pink clown enemies. I’m gonna teach you an expression – I quit. Women have a special feeling though. They got an extra fatal lady shimmer of no maximum strength. You could be sick pooping out blood, and you’;d still want them. Happy hoops day. I’m a nice guy, that’s why she said that – breathe on! Biscuits ain’t for jam! Tge people who buy coke and macaroni salad – let’s feed ‘em Orange Thread. Oh yeah, I got swag. Because everybody needs toucan stubs.