I know my approval ratings is down here some place

Nope, No hope down here either!

Has anyone seen my clue?

He lied! Monica isn't down here anywhere!

Obama finds the perfect hiding place.

Bush, that joker. There is no trapdoor!

If Michelle would loose some of that bootay she would fit.

Let's see – size of Michelles's bootay 44 inches. Space under desk 40 inches. Damn!

Obama looking for a way out.

Can I get you something to drink Mr Soros?

Obama loses his bearings . . . again.

Obama's secret passage to the Underworld, the source of all his ideas.

Monica, come on out. Bill isn't coming back.

"Joe get the hell out of there. It's was Michelle popping another damn champaign bottle. Nobody's shooting at you."

How the heck did Monica fit under there?

Duck and Cover

Performing the press department's standard duck and cover drill.

What kind of stain is THAT?

Uh, Barry…the specimen jar is on top of the desk.

After seeing his latest approval ratings, Obama loses his lunch.

Is this where I hid my debt limit plan?

Still looking for that integrity and honor eh?

Ok Joe, the earthquake and hurrincane are over, you can come out now.

Anyone seen my plan for the economy?????

Ooooh, a penny!

No Joe, we are not playing 'Monica' again today.

Joe, take off that wig and dress and get out of there.

Nancy, what a surprise!

Maybe Bush left some hints on creating jobs down here?

Maybe my jobs plan is under here!

See? I do know squat!

No work on top of my desk. None underneath. It's tee time!

Nice desk. Too bad nobody works there.

Monica? Here are the tweezers and magnifier.

Joe, I dont have time for that today.

Maybe if I hide here they won't ask hard questions.

Monica? Are you there somewhere?

2009 – 2013: the Resolute Footstool.

I'm sure I left that missing trillion under here!

Nope, no jobs down here

Press Corpse members start kissing now!

Obama realizes that the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz had a better chance of finding a brain than he does.

Obama tries working ass backwards in an effort to fix the economy.

I have my booty out, now I pick up the phone and I get a booty call?

Joe, stop hiding your playboy stuff under my desk!

Dang he has big feet!

I'm sure I dropped my jobs plan down here somewhere…

In case of nuclear attack…

Crap, Michelle got into my potato chips!

Obama learns the hard way that a job search has to start somewhere.

A typical day for Obama in the Oval Office:

Nancy, Joe, come out, come out wherever you are. Ready or not, here I come.

Now, where did my brain go?

Uh oh, I think a screw has come loose…

Nope, no jobs under here!

If only he were on a catapult.

Damn dog!

Where oh where has my little dog gone,,,,oh where oh where can he beeeeee

I could've sworn I left my common sense around here somewhere…

Crouching president, hidden moron

OMG Perry is running??…. I'm going to be sick!

Really Joe?
Put your pants on!

Wait! Don't forget your prayer rug!

Let's see… the money printer broke down and all I need is a few trillion.

I don't get it. According to the movie, that secret panel is here somewhere.

Has anyone seen that 3×5 card with my jobs plan on it?

You can't hide forever, you'll have to make a decision one day

That movie "National Treasure" lied there's no secret messages on this desk!

Harry Ried, that't not the way to get promoted around here!

Move over Joe, I need to hide also

Ah yes, my 20 Billion is still there

Is Joe sure I'm facing East?

Where's my bust of Karl Marx? Karl are you under there?

I hope Michelle never finds this mini-fridge full of Ho-Hos, Ring Dings and Ding Dongs!

I wonder how Bill got Monica down here

I don't understand, Bill said he could always find an intern under here.

Monica, where did you go?

Crap! November 2012 will be here fast. I need a place to hide and save face!

The weight of Obama's swollen head is finally so heavy he can no longer hold it up.

Barry caught performing his morning ritual of removing his head from his ass

Obama has an out-of-ego experience.
Oh wait…that's not possible.

Someone wake me up when this nightmare is over

I KNOW Reagan had to leave some notes somewhere

Barry trying to kiss his own ass

Bowing to Mecca

Oh Jesus…which way is Mecca

Nope, no jobs under here. That position has already been filled.

"Stop complaining. Monica fit under there just fine!"