A BuzzFlash Caption This Challenge: Adios, Rudy G.!

A BUZZFLASH CAPTION THIS CHALLENGE

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And now that the Florida GOP Primary is over, it looks like the Rudy "9/11" G. big state strategy was a bust. In fact, Rudy may have exited stage right and endorsed John McCain by the time you read this.

Oh sure, it might have been Rudy G's close, close relationship to the mobbed up Bernard Kerik, or Rudy G using taxpayer dollars to ferry his multiple mistresses and wives around, or his hospitalization in St. Louis for a mysterious headache. Who knows? But the "Bugs Bunny Meets Mussolini" of Republican politics is now headed for some fat contracts and a life of bliss with his third wife, who was his adulterous love while he was cheating on his second wife when he was mayor.

So caption this "fav" photo of the inner Rudy G.

Just keep it clean folks!

Add your caption below...

A BUZZFLASH CAPTION THIS CHALLENGE

Oh, and can we forget the real love of Rudy G's life, the nightmare toupee tycoon of all times, Donald Trump?

Caption away!

(Yes, and to those who have been hibernating, these are actual, unaltered photos of Rudy G. in drag.)

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Just a Little Something I Got Out of J. Edgar's Closet

G-String Men Rule! Sorry, that's G-Men Rule!

Adios, Rudy G.

"She's a lady, and a lady always knows when to leave"

Fried Green Tomatoes

Rudy Giuliani 'Caption This' Photo

Entering the Presidential race as an Independent, Giuliani courts a market yet tapped.

Stood up

Damn, spent 30 million dollars to get all dressed up and there's no place to go!

A birthday present for LARRY CRAIG!

WOW i did not know that RUDY had the HOTS for DONALD & LARRY!

Adios Rudy

Hi stud, my name is Julie, Julie Gone-E....

Florida Takes Out The Trash

"FABULOUS" say patriotic American cross-dressers everywhere.

Rudy the Wabbit

"I used to be a 9, now I'm an 11."

2nd Photo: "Check out my new scent, it's called Ground Zero."

One Way or Another, I'll Get Into That White House

Donald, do you think they'll let me sing at the President's next birthday?
I've been practicing, listen:

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Mr. President
Happy Birthday to you

Thank you, thank you, you're so kind.

TOOT TOOT TOOTSIE GOODBYE

TOOT TOOT TOOTSIE GOODBYE

Rudy G, you can dress him up, but you can't take him out...

Rudy, Rudy, Rudy where were you on 9/11? Was it Dumbyass who told you that WTC Building 7 was about to be imploded or was it "Dick" Cheney who gave you the "heads up?"

Us NYers are so proud of your cover-up of the thousands of us that got sick and are dying from cleaning up the WTC site and/or being forced to continue working/living in the Wall Street area.

You are our hero and will always hold a special place in hell.

May a large concrete object fall from the sky and meet you for lunch.

an oldie but

I'm still more manly than you are and a better woman than you'll ever have.

Damn! If ONLY 9-11 had been

Damn! If ONLY 9-11 had been this past September instead of 6 years ago, I could have milked it for a few more votes.

Rudy's fashion question...

"Should I wear this 'sympathy getter' to the new 9/11 hearings in 2009? What do you think?"

CRobertNow

Inside Rudy's thought bubble

"Ahhhh, its been great spending cold winter months in Florida masquerading as a presidential candidate. And an extra perk was that I didn't have to take money out of my own pocket for this extended vacation. Americans sure are stupid."

WOW, fooling Bill Clinton

WOW, fooling Bill Clinton was so easy, but I bet he's not gonna like the way the cigar tastes....

Rudy

Good morning, Mrs. Craig? Can Larry come out and play?

The Queen of 9/11

you're fired!

Quelle Soiree!

To think Florida rejected my Empire look! Oh, what a drag, dahling! Oh, Donald, dahling, just take a sniff of my new fragrance, "9/11". Surely, with your platinum and my new eau d'cologne, one could have fought fires all the way down to Miami more effectively than with a functional NYFD radio...don't you think, Baby Charlotte, dahling?

Alas, quelle soiree, quelle soiree, dahling. Oh! Oh! Where is my yorkie?

"Oh,Donald, What can Zsa Zsa

"Oh,Donald, What can Zsa Zsa Gabor give you that I can't?"