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I would imagine anyone would have to get drunk to face Little Eye in the boudoir. Not to mention all those who voted for him will probably pull the "I was sooooo drunk, I had no idea what I was doing" ploy once his apocalypic chickens come home to roost on everyone's lawn.
This made a lot more sense in my head, but you get the gist.


Beer drinkers will P*** on his grave. He is a poser.... a charade. a shadow. a pretender of all things.
No substance here..
Move along.
C'mon 2012


There is hidden context in every word. Not one syllable flies unfettered. Leaves nothing to chance, ever.


I enjoyed seeing his poll numbers hit new lows over the weekend.

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