Somehow, this song seems appropriate (and shut up if you don’t like this version):
I have been waiting for this moment for damn near two years. And I will not be disappointed.
I have more to add, but it shall come in the next day or so. But vote. Tell the left to get fisteryfucked so hard and wide, a goatse could come along and not scrape the sides of their collective anuses for what they have done and want to do. Then celebrate tonight, knowing that the battle renews tomorrow.
Whee! Alright, where do I put all this pudding? And I need some help with the Valu-Rite cases in the back of the truck. Try not to drop them, it kills the grass purty quick.
Pudding goes in the fridge till a little before dipping, you want it cool, but not fresh out of the fridge cool, the Val-U-Rite can just go on the card table, no not the crappy one, the one with the taped up tears in the vinyl, and just leave it there, it isn’t gonna last long anyway.