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www.makemeyourvp.com LYRICS: Hey there, Obama, what's it like at the convention? I know you don't really know me but I hoped I'd get a mention... I'm your fan. My new tattoo says "yes we can." So does my van. Hey there, Obama, all these books that you've been printin' I just can't believe you found the time to beat Hillary Clinton, but you did. With your smart wife and your cute kid. And other kid. Oh, make me your V.P., oh, make me your V.P. Oh, make me your V.P., oh, make me your V.P. Make me your V.P. Hey there, Obama, listen, we're the perfect ticket, you're half white and I'm all white but we're still black enough to stick it to McCain. Riding on a wave of Chocolate R... more >

www.makemeyourvp.com LYRICS: Hey there, Obama, what's it like at the convention? I know you don't really know me but I hoped I'd get a mention... I'm your fan. My new tattoo says "yes we can." So does my van. Hey there, Obama, all these books that you've been printin' I just can't believe you found the time to beat Hillary Clinton, but you did. With your smart wife and your cute kid. And other kid. Oh, make me your V.P., oh, make me your V.P. Oh, make me your V.P., oh, make me your V.P. Make me your V.P. Hey there, Obama, listen, we're the perfect ticket, you're half white and I'm all white but we're still black enough to stick it to McCain. Riding on a wave of Chocolate Rain. Plus, he's insane. Hey there, Obama, it's a shame about your pastor, now the G.O.P. will try to link you with that spiteful bastard who hates whites. Every campaign has its Reverend Wrights. And other fights. Oh, make me your V.P., oh, make me your V.P. Oh, you were born in '63, oh, approximately. Though November seems so far away, it's getting closer day by day. I'm so excited I can't f**king wait. Unqualified though I might be I still have the audacity to hope you'll pick me for your running mate. Obama, I can promise you, that by the time that we get through, the world won't think America's so lame and you're to blame. Hey there, Obama, few more months of this campaign then you'll be President, it won't matter that your middle name's Hussein, we'll see it through. I'll be your wingman, yes it's true. We'll invade whoever we want to. Hey there, Obama, here's to you. This one's for you. Oh, make me your V.P., oh, your cousin is Cheney. Oh, and that's called irony, oh, make me your V.P. Make me your V.P. Ho oh, whoa oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh oh. Oh... Obama. To see the video we're parodying, check out http://www.youtube .com/watch?v=EbJtYqBYCV8 < less

This is a parody of Hey There, Delilah by the Plain White T's. It's about Barry Bonds singing to his daughter. Lyrics Below. Hey there, Aisha/ What’s it like in San Francisco? / We’re playing the New York Mets/ And I’m less popular than disco/ Yeah, it’s true/ Shea Stadium doesn’t love me like you do/ Singing the blues/ Hey there, Aisha/ Don't you worry about the home runs/ Because in just a couple years/ ARod will beat it and I’ll be done/ Yes, I’m screwed/ Pujols will probably do it, too/ Oh, shit it’s true/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Why they’re booing me/ Hey there, Aisha/ I kno... more >

This is a parody of Hey There, Delilah by the Plain White T's. It's about Barry Bonds singing to his daughter. Lyrics Below. Hey there, Aisha/ What’s it like in San Francisco? / We’re playing the New York Mets/ And I’m less popular than disco/ Yeah, it’s true/ Shea Stadium doesn’t love me like you do/ Singing the blues/ Hey there, Aisha/ Don't you worry about the home runs/ Because in just a couple years/ ARod will beat it and I’ll be done/ Yes, I’m screwed/ Pujols will probably do it, too/ Oh, shit it’s true/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Why they’re booing me/ Hey there, Aisha/ I know times are getting harder/ Nobody outside Cali likes me/ It’s a shame to be my daughter/ That’s understood/ Neighbors won’t say hello in the hood/ Not like they should…/ Hey there, Aisha/ I took too many medications/ If every simple song I wrote to you/ Would silence an allegation/ I'd write it all/ If I could grow back my shrunken balls/ I’d be in the Hall/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Why they’re booing me/ I cheat like George Brett using tar/ Booed in living rooms, at games, in bars/ I walk to first ‘cuz I have no other way/ Baseball fans told me to go to hell/ and even though I hit this well/ Nobody takes my record seriously/ Aisha I can promise you/ That by the time we get through/ The world won’t even remember my name/ And I’m to blame/ Hey there Aisha/ I deeply regret roiding but/ It’s douchebaggery more than power/ When these pitchers are avoiding/ Throwing strikes/ Taking all these four-ball hikes / I’m somebody no one likes/ So my Aisha here's to you/ At least there’s you/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Why they’re booing me < less

Sirs: My Name is Mitch Wexla and I'd like to share something.Today I received email from my friend Griffin Grunnings. G.G. lives in the vicinity of the Rose Bowl,and apparently has done very well for himself because his parents are cheap and he can afford to have his laundry done and delivered to him.(G.G. and I were close until 8th grade summer when his parents sent him on extended A.F.S program to Turkey. He says it's because he stole his grandfather's Breitling and pawned it to buy a large Pogs collection. But I know better than to believe him. Because I know how cheap his parents are and how hard they worked that Bosnian girl they hosted.)I haven't seen G.G. in person for quit... more >

Sirs: My Name is Mitch Wexla and I'd like to share something.Today I received email from my friend Griffin Grunnings. G.G. lives in the vicinity of the Rose Bowl,and apparently has done very well for himself because his parents are cheap and he can afford to have his laundry done and delivered to him.(G.G. and I were close until 8th grade summer when his parents sent him on extended A.F.S program to Turkey. He says it's because he stole his grandfather's Breitling and pawned it to buy a large Pogs collection. But I know better than to believe him. Because I know how cheap his parents are and how hard they worked that Bosnian girl they hosted.)I haven't seen G.G. in person for quite a while, though with the 10+ forwards he fires off a day, he keeps himself very much in the mix. Lately, with what he claims has been a slow recovery from lead poisoning after he mistook a wax paper bag full of magnetic shavings for ice cream jimmies because he'd rubbed out his right contact, his output of mass emails has hit a new peak. G.G.'s forwards aren't always funny- he sends your fair share of midget-in-a-leg lock, "ten reasons to bring binoculars to the beach" sideshow montage, and the latest animal blooper viral vids. G.G. is ,though, very good about giving is head's up in a subject line when he's passing on anything that's come from the clammy keyboard of his Austrian programmer-cum-gym rat cousin Heindrick. (You'd think Herr Heiny would have more pressing endeavors over at the Vienna Bureau of Information than to penning a four page PDF pictorial on pirate's eye technique with accompanying video mash-ups to speak to his point.)Anyways. Earlier I got a forward from G.G. with the words "iFluffnFold" in the subject line. Obvious first thought was that Heiny had discovered the homepage of a porn actress who came from a gymnastics background. Had G.G. not added "Clean and Hilarious" next to it, it would have been trashed and I would have started my morning. As it turned out, iFluffnFold is the name of G.G.'s laundry delivery service,and they've apparently commissioned a commercial of sorts. Yawn you may. I did.But then it started and somehow I kept watching and as G.G. promised, I laughed. So, kudos to whoever this guy Jim is for making a laundry commercial worth writing home about.And feel better G.G. Your parents may think I'm a liar, but at least I've followed through on my promise here. Submitted by: Mitch Wexla, Pompano, Florida mitch.wexla@gmail.com < less