Vote 2016

Donkeys, Elephants, and fist fights.


I think I am ready to vote tonight.


It's November eighth and I can't stand your f*cking face.


Promise me this, promise me that.


America is already great, that's a matter of fact.


I can't even turn on the TV without you all vomiting misery.


All you both do is f*cking lie, that's why I am voting for the other guy.

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