Guess it's time for another "Say hi to Agent Mike" thread

Predicated on the absolute insanity that is happening in GD right now re: " Cindy go home" it looks like Mike has had many cups of coffee and has been practicing.

Soooooooooooo.... let's all say hello.

I'll start.

"Hi Agent Mike!"

Have you registered as a Democrat yet? What are you waiting for? Surely you've learned SOMETHING in all your time here!

Come on over from the dark side - or fall with the Fascist fucks you work for. Only two choices, Mike.

:hi:

:hi:

:hi: Getting worried, yet?

are you all alone out there?:nopity:

Did you consider my advice to stop working for fascists that would gladly kill you and your family if it fit their political goals? Think about it guy. Maybe keep the job but, do it poorly? Slack off a bit?

Whatever you do, I'll still be here to say, "Hi Agent Mike!"
:hi:

I saw him up there, too! Not sure how he was gonna monitor all 300,000 of us at once, but he sure made his presence known anyway!

AFSCME girl :hi:

Looks busy doesn't he. Maybe it was a smoke break. All of the ANSWER threads may have been getting to him!

great shot DistressedAmerican! I must say, he looked alot more menacing from where my cousin and I were standing in Lafayette Park. He doesn't look so scary here. :hi:

:thumbsup:

Had you waited about 10 more seconds you have have seen his friend pop out from his immediate left.

Interesting -TWO people on the roof - dressed in black - with places to hide??

Does Santorum know about this?

Mike, we hardly knew ye...

What was up with dressing in black from head to toe on a White house in daylight? Does he understand what camouflage means?

Now that the war on porn is a new priority at your office, will you be seeing less of us and more online pictures of boobs and sausages?

Hope you can find some time in between surfing beavers to drop by and keep America safe from Democracy.

I guess you're "only following orders," eh? That might make in interesting defense in court some day.

:hi:

But we all know that wherever real Americans gather in any large group, Agent Mike will always be there to tell us terrorists love it when we ask questions and every time someone says AIPAC to loud a kitten is mauled by a silverback gorilla.

So hey, hello Mike.

Have a seat.

Don't mind the canister with all the baseball bats.

Those are party favors.

And you're the life of the party!

Now just let me hoist you up on the ceiling where you can... watch people party O8)

everyone posting here conforms to group think.

Of course, that's hyperbole but then so is your opening post. :)

you are so right....delusions..... hmphhh!!!!

All of them. Any in the Pentagon? A list would be helpful. Include SS numbers. Thanks!

I'm thinking of you buddy!:hi:

The government folks who monitor us
are referred to as "Agent Mike".

But you can rest assured that some government employee, somewhere,
reads DU and reports on it every day.

:hi:

people--not W; he's so 5 minutes ago...

Get a stint judging show chickens or something.

Take it from another dedicated public servant--doing your job well gets you NOWHERE.

The show chickens gig will give you plenty of time to network...

This would be in the sixth grade. We had this weird guy who drifted into town (and into our class) named Mike L----- (I would reveal his last name, but I guess that's a no-no when it comes to FBI types). Mike was a nice enough guy, but more than a tad strange. He constantly told dumb jokes that no one could understand, because frankly they weren't funny at all. I think the poor guy traveled so much that he never was able to make that many friends, and so he really didn't know how to interact with other people. His dad had some sort of position that required him to move around the country a lot. As I recall, he lasted about three months at our school before he was on his way. I always wondered what happened to that guy.

From all of the little tidbits of information I've been able to glean about our own DU Mike, he sounds like the guy I know--age, first and last name, personality, everything.

So here's a big howdy, Mike, from the kids that knew you in your youth. You were an okay guy, but I hope to God that you're not trying to tell jokes anymore. :hi:

This next song we're going to dedicate to a great American
organization. Tonight I'd like to dedicate this to our boys
in the FBI.

Well, wait a minute. It's hard to be an FBI man. I mean, first
of all, being an FBI man, you have to be over 40 years old.
And the reason is that it takes at least 25 years with the
organization to be that much of a bastard. It's true. You just
can't join, you know. It needs an atmosphere where your
natural bastardness can grow and develop and take a
meaningful shape in today's complex society.

But that's not why I want to dedicate the song to the FBI. I
mean, the job that they have to do is a drag. I mean, they have
to follow people around, you know. That's part of their job.
Follow me around.

I'm out on the highway and I'm drivin' down the road and I
run out of gasoline. I pull over to the side of the road. They
gotta pull over too - make believe that they ran out, you
know.

I go to get some gasoline. They have to figure out whether
they should stick with the car or follow me. Suppose I don't
come back and they're stayin' with the car.

Or if I fly on the airplanes, I could fly half fare because I'm 12
to 22. And they gotta pay the full fare. But the thing is that
when you pay the full fare, you have to get on the airplane
first, so that they know how many seats are left over for the
half fare kids. Right? And sometimes there aren't any seats
left over, and sometimes there are, but that doesn't mean that
you have to go.

Suppose that he gets on and fills up the last seat, so you can't
get on. Then he gets off then you can get on. What's he gonna
do?


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And that's why tonight I'd like to dedicate it to every FBI
man in the audience. I know you can't say nothin', you know,
you can't get up and say "Hi!" cause then everybody knows
that you're an FBI man and that's a drag for you and your
friends.

They're not really your friends, are they? I mean, so you can't
get up and say nothin' 'cause other wise, you gotta get sent
back to the factory and that's a drag for you and it's an
expense for the government, and that's a drag for you.

to seditious thoughts about my illegal president.

PLEASE don't throw me in the briar patch Massa Mike!

PLEASE!!!