It was the altitude...
I wasn’t debating the “real” Romney...
My shoes were too tight...
Michelle had a headache...
Muslims were watching...
I didn’t bone up on my Marx...
uh..uh... BUSH’S FAULT!!
THE WAS LOCUST !!!!!!
“I ran out of gas.
I... I had a flat tire.
I didn’t have enough money for cab fare.
My tux didn’t come back from the cleaners.
An old friend came in from out of town.
Someone stole my car.
There was an earthquake.
A terrible flood.
Locusts!
IT WASN’T MY FAULT,
I SWEAR TO GOD!”
I didn’t do it! I didn’t do it! I wasn’t even there! I was at a friend’s house! The check is in the mail!
“In a surprise announcment today, the Republican National Committee revealed that the next Presidential Debate would take place in Quito, Ecuador.”
And...
I missed a round of golf today and was upset.
I broke a nail.
Reggie Love isn’t here in Denver to comfort me.
His fans from way back are busily searching for some EXPLANATION of what in the world happened to their Obama. Like a lot of us; he’s lazy. He didn’t prepare; it was more fun to be laid back and relax at Hoover Dam or whatever. Before, he’s always been able to read from the teleprompter, be cheered by his worshippers, turn on his heel and strut out when things got hot (or turn the press conference over to Bill Clinton). Mitt Romney isn’t lazy; he gets the job done and it shows. After he gets the job done; he may visit Hoover Dam. - This was the real Barack Hussein Obama, what he had always been; his fans had deluded themselves and overdosed on Obama. Now, their chickens have come home to roosssssssttttt!
It wasn’t the altitude, it was the snow up the nose.
Sure looked like a coke head performance by all the classic signs.
He and Michelle both had cramps.