Hell No Creepy Uncle Joe

I’ll bet he smells like Slim Jims and stale pee.

I’m laughing, I’m crying, I’m dry-heaving.

Dude, you can’t be serious.

Are you honestly contemplating throwing your hat in the ring again? What’s this? A gazillionty times? And yet you’ve never once made it to the Oval Office aside from playing Second Banana to Barry.

Now, how can this be? Could it mean that maybe, just maybe, the American People don’t want you to be…