FILL ME UP, children, I'm RUNNING on EMPTY.
I'm OOZING OUT my Slack for you, spewing at across the bitwaves
that you might SEE IT and INCREASE IT and SPEW YOUR OWN.
This campaign has taken its toll, children. Already I have been
assasinated once, with promises of MORE TO COME. It's a life I
TRULY ENJOY, but it's a hard one. Yes, it drives a Yeti pure CRAZY
being dead so often -- I frankly can't see how "Bob" does it. But
that's NOT MINE TO KNOW, oh no, that's "Bob's" JOB, and I merely
stagger and swagger in his Luck Wake, hoping to learn more of his
illuminostupidity.
I've made it as clear as Connie's see througn knickers that I am
running in this election only to get you ALL running. Likewise, I'm
squeezing every drop from my rant gland so get you to SQUEEZE YOURS.
Let me SEE it OOZE, children. Show me the nectar of your third
nostril. HIT me with a whiff of that FOOT GLAND. O, children I NEED
it as much as anyone. BRING your Yeti soul to BARE for me. For as we
increase each other, we increase our ISNESS with "Bob".
It's a long row to hoe until November, and we have to KEEP VOTING
until then. It's up to US to make it worth out while.
LET ME HEAR IT FOR US.
VOTE AT ME. VOTE AT EACH OTHER.
AND SPEW YOUR IFE TO THE UNIVERSE.
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