In a last ditch effort to save his campaign, Senator John McCain broke out the Funky Chicken at last night's debate. Snap polls suggested that while voters think the senator is an American hero, he can't bust a move to save his life and is not whom they'd choose to lead them out on the dance floor. Later, McCain denied that he had attempted the Funky Chicken and instead claimed that he was doing the Mashed Potato. That was met with more than a little skepticism by key demographic voters in Western Pennsylvania. So then the senator said he was misunderstood by the media, and that what he was really trying to do was a combination of the the Jitterbug, the Cha-Cha, and the Freak. By that time people stopped caring. Early this morning while lying in bed, the Senator leaned over to his loving wife Cindy and whispered that he was never trying to dance, but simply just had heartburn. And then he buried his face in his hands and cried.
This post is dedicated to the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker.
