Was wondering why it was so mooy-jooy in here this morning, had been a nice break. Thought they had gone back to molesting their cousins. My bad, I see Q’s back.
Brock! Please, not today. I’m sick, very sick and tired. I’m worn out. Tell George to send the shareblue troops to another gig.
If you must stay, alright, I’ll take it as I see them. What shame. By the way a message to the brennan-brigade, brock cum-guzzlers and assorted gutter-crawlers. I really don’t think there’s much you can accomplish here. It’s too late. People are already set in their vote.
And regardless,
You lose. G-d Wins.
I’ll get old frosty warmed up for you.