Fred:
I've been closing my eyes and leaving the choice to God.
Bob:
I did that for a while, but God kept voting for Jon Huntsman.
Fred:
Who the hell is that?
Bob:
No idea.
Fred:
I guess the best thing we can do is go through all the candidates and figure out which one would make the best President.
Bob:
Okay, Newt Gingrich.
Fred:
His head is too big.
Bob:
Michele Bachmann.
Fred:
I met her husband at a rally.... he cupped my testicles.
Bob:
Rick Santorum.
Fred:
I don't know much about him. Whenever I try to google his name, the safety software I use to keep my son from looking at porn shuts down the computer.
Bob:
Ron Paul.
Fred:
I don't trust people with two first names.
Bob:
Rick Perry?
Fred:
He reminds me of John Wayne if he had terrible brain damage.
