Guess What's on the Menu for the Dinner With Barack Contest?

Obama ate a dog. It was in his memoir, so it must be true. And when we found out, the jokes flowed like the river of campaign money he's been spending. Except we didn't run out. They're still coming.

That's because, while Demorrhoids keep running away from Obama along with his diminishing campaign funds, Obama's Twitterbot keeps tweeting photos of B.O. and Bo, as if the hilarity of the admission never occurred, even though we all know he prefers pitbull. 

I wonder if our king will bring Bo when he rides his rainbow bus through Pennsylvania next week, raising money from the little people while I'm there. (Does he have to ruin my vacation, too?)


But don't worry, I'm not racist; I'm just heckling his white half.

At least some poor sucker will know what's on the menu for the Dinner with Barack contest. Then, again, maybe that's not such a good idea.