I mean it this time, y'all. I'm fuckin' steaming.
I can't fucking believe _______ wrote what he/she wrote! And then ______ called _______ out, and wrote all that shit, and now...well...
This shit is on now, moflackas!
Pick your sides, chumps, 'cause this shit will likely fly for at least two days (approximately seven months in Daily Kos time). You need to get your pro/con _______/_______ bonafides established pronto, so you can credibly assert moral superiority during the coming imbroglio. This'll be one of those times when your low UID don't mean shit! And mark my fucking word, you damn sure don't want to get left out of this brouhaha! There will be name-calling, hair-pulling, teeth-gnashing, chicken-fucking, and more pictures of agitated cats than you can shake a stick at! And when I say "stick", I mean...well, a stick. You know, like comes off a tree sometimes when the wind blows.
You're gonna need to get your hands on some really good coffee, too, and maybe even some high-quality amphetamines. God forbid someone say some shit about you (or something you wrote) on Daily Kos while you were sleeping. Fuck that shit.
Seriously, y'all - this is going to get good. I plan to be super-glued to the Big Orange Box o' Love like that poor fucker wearing the hardhat in those commercials back in the day.
Well, that or playing golf.