Dewey have a Burr up our Adams apples?

[Chester Arthur]

Yeah OK. Tell me, how does it feel to be the answer to only one question: "What was the name of that worthless [censored]rod who took over after Garfield got shot?"

And hey, at least I lost to the man, the myth, the TJ...can you please explain to me how the [censored] you are a sitting President and lose you own party's nomination to JAMES [censored]ING BLAINE???!!!

You're a historical punchline with a varmint on your chin, Chetty, nothing more.

You angry little man...

First.... who do you think was behind the Garfield thing? We didn't have the mob in those days, you know. If that's not balls out, I don't know what is, bitch.

Second... if I'm the historical punchline, why am I rollin in cocaine and hot pussy right now chillaxin in a smoking robe while some hefty intern pulls one out of the old Johnson?

Bill? Is this one of yours?

Damn... tha's a big bitch...

Where was I...

Oh.. Burr... Yeah.. Fuck you.

 

[Aaron Burr]

You dumb motherfucker.... you asked for him to be your second just a page ago. It's no wonder you're the forgotten man of the revolution.

Anyway, that makes him 6th, right?

[disregard the man behind the curtain]

Your party favor-faced ass is actually calling someone else forgotten?

Amusing to the point of absurdity.

 

[Chester Arthur]

I don't care who your second is sunshine...I've forgotten more underhanded [censored] than anyone you can pick will ever know.

Look who's all full of themselves...

Wait...hear that? It's hail to the chief.... and it's not your fucking phone ringing is it? No sir.. it's mine...

hmmm....

no... it's not.. odd

 

[John Q. Adams]

Not that I was looking, but... well.. you notice things like that in situations like that.. I think you're selling yourself short, there, big fella.

"Little Q" is just a nickname. In real life, he's actually quite large.

She is fine. Still a hot number. She's no Stokke, but she does well in a pinch.

Not really what I was asking....Good lord, Dad.

Don't make me turn this coach around, because I will...

On this road? No way it's wide enough to get both horses and the coach turned.

 

[Thomas E. Dewey]

Look who's all full of themselves...

Wait...hear that? It's hail to the chief.... and it's not your [censored]ing phone ringing is it? No sir.. it's mine...

hmmm....

no... it's not.. odd

Sorry... that's my phone....

Hello? Just a second...

for the record, Chet... Burr's a bad ass. I'd lay off him

Yes? Go...

 

[Gatorubet]

Your party favor ass is actually calling someone else forgotten?

Amusing to the point of absurdity.

How'd that blowing the Spanish crowns wang by being in his secret service work...oops! Did I say something untoward?

 

[Aaron Burr]

You angry little man...

First.... who do you think was behind the Garfield thing? We didn't have the mob in those days, you know. If that's not balls out, I don't know what is, bitch.

Second... if I'm the historical punchline, why am I rollin in cocaine and hot pussy right now chillaxin in a smoking robe while some hefty intern pulls one out of the old Johnson?

Bill? Is this one of yours?

Damn... tha's a big bitch...

Where was I...

Oh.. Burr... Yeah.. Fuck you.

Oh for fucking sure. Take credit for it now 128 years after it happened. Way to be a leader, phlegmwad. I'm supposed to be impressed by a 128-year post-deathbed confession? Ummmm...right. What a titan of toughness. And don't give me that crap about the broad either. No intern would let you that close to her if you were growing on her ass.

 

[Aaron Burr]

Look who's all full of themselves...

Wait...hear that? It's hail to the chief.... and it's not your fucking phone ringing is it? No sir.. it's mine...

hmmm....

no... it's not.. odd

Oh ha fucking ha. Tell me, what was it like to win a Presidential election? I mean, really, how was it? Oh, wait...that's right, you fucking didn't.

 

[Aaron Burr]

How'd that blowing the Spanish crowns wang by being in his secret service work...oops! Did I say something untoward?

Wow, look who's getting squirrely over here. I'm not the one you have to worry about, dicknoodle. John Adams is going to cap you with honor on the field of battle...I would have done it already.

 

[John Q. Adams]

Sir, I know you're a former president and all, but I am a site admin, and our rules are very strict regarding this:

please do not post this:

any more. Ms. Stokke is a member here and if she sees:

she might take us to task....

I would hate to offend dear Ms. Stokke. I shall henceforth cease posting this photograph:

Sorry... that's my phone....

Hello? Just a second...

for the record, Chet... Burr's a bad ass. I'd lay off him

Yes? Go...

Oh, goodie. It's you.

 

[Chester Arthur]

I would hate to offend dear Ms. Stokke. I shall henceforth cease posting this photograph:

Oh, goodie. It's you.

Oh, my favorite smiley.... What ever happened to that Tibor chap? Dude could do some damage to a board (and a sheep)

 

[Aaron Burr]

You want some proof? Why don't you come up here to the presidential suite shitnuts.

Actually... of course your key wont work... here... from my iphone:

that's the babe to my right....

Who's the joker now, knuckle dick?

Oh what a great find...how much did you pay for that picture? You being with her is about as believeable as...well, you actually winning a Presidential election yourself, assrocket.

 

[Chester Arthur]

Oh what a great find...how much did you pay for that picture? You being with her is about as believeable as...well, you actually winning a Presidential election yourself, assrocket.

Funnily enough, she says she likes a "bad boy" and here she is with me while your angry little self is all "well you're not a real president" even though I clearly am.

Dewey, get the fuck out of my suite... for the last time, you did NOT defeat Truman you insufferable twit.

Who gave this pansy a goddamned key?

 

[Fungo Squiggly]

God, I love this place.

 

[John Q. Adams]

Oh, my favorite smiley.... What ever happened to that Tibor chap? Dude could do some damage to a board (and a sheep)

Tibor? I think my pops used an obscure clause in the Alien Enemies Act of 1798 to send his ass back to India.