Holy crap. It's happening tomorrow. Today. The election. Just hours away. Holy crap. Can we please just fast forward to 7 tomorrow? Pleeeaaase?
Holy Crap
Holy Crap
Holy Crap!
I am forced to calm myself with Strongbad to stay sane. It's a mad, mad world.
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- uh oh . . .
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