Fake Barack is in operation. Sample:
“For example, last night, in bed, I let out a little sheet creeper, totally silent but absolutely deadly. Then I waited. Took a while but finally Michelle goes, Goddammit, Barack, please tell me you didn’t just lay down a fart in my bed. And I said, Actually, I prefer to call it a “hope bomb.” She said I can call it whatever I want but I’ll be calling it that to myself because she’s going to the guest room and if I really think I can start pulling stuff like this just because I’m president then it’s going to be a long, long eight years.”
This isn’t Dan Lyons caliber, but pretty funny. New Yorker cover this week was awesome. I’d like to see a Fake Barack post about the search for First Mutt.