I Wish Washington Were a Contested State. (Go Tar Heels!)
It's time to elect a president. For the first time in decades, North Carolina could be in play. If you live in North Carolina, look around you.
Hog farmer: I vote because I'm a god-fearing hog farmer. And there's a bunch of same-sex hog coupling going on on my hog farm. I mean, ignore the teats on this'n'. Imagine this'n's a boy and that'n's a boy.
Some of these people are your neighbors. They plan to vote.
Husband: I vote to keep whites in power.
Wife: Hail, whites forever!
Do you plan to vote? Please vote. It's the only legal way to cancel out your neighbors.
Everyone has there own reasons for voting. Make yours a good one.
Vote.
2 Comments:
Frighteningly real.
As misfortune would have it, I grew up with guys like that “I want to have a beer with the president” guy. In fact, we shared a womb. (He was there 13 months before I was. Left the place a mess. What a pig.)
That song is wrong. My brother is incredibly heavy.
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