Dear John McCain
While, as a Democrat, I love to see you stepping in dog shit...it's causing me a bit of a problem. You see, it's Friday morning. I'm bored. I've laughed all I can at you not knowing how many houses you have. I'm thankful that more and more people each hour are being informed of this and getting to laugh, but I'm tapped. I've also laughed all I can at your assertion that the "rich" threshold is $5 million dollars per year in salary. More will laugh yet, but I'm all out.
So, at 8:30 AM on a Friday morning I'd like nothing more than to find out who Barack Obama's running mate will be. And until you stop shoving your POW camp encrusted boots into your mouth, that just isn't going to happen.
Am I really going to have to work today? Am I really going to have to get up "breakfast early" on a Saturday just to hear the news when it breaks?
Please, John McCain, from the bottom of my heart...stop f**king up for just a few hours so I can get some fresh news.
K thx bye
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