There it is. I love Jon Stewart, and I shall always love him. Yes, I had to discard my five part plan to marry him for various ethical reasons, but I still find him incredibly funny and talented.
But, that's not the point. He didn't traipse around D.C. lugging around a portrait of himself, asking various galleries to hang it in their hallowed halls.
But his running mate, Stephen Colbert did, and today Karey and I went in search of Colbert.
And we found him, in the hallway between the bathrooms, outside the hall of the presidents in the National Portrait Gallery.



(Click the pic and you'll see my eyes aren't really that wonky. I'm just having picture re-sizing issues.)
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