Oh, my head. I really picked the wrong phrase to drink on. Frankly, this particular bastardization of a pseudo-town hall style faux debate wasn't as electrifying as last week mainly because --
wait, what is this that stands before me?
Oh, nooooooooo! It is alive!
"Don't mind me, Senator, just taking the necessary precautions."
"Shit, was Reagan my hero? Or Teddy? No, it was Hoover. He knew how to have a cool hand at the tiller."
"I don't care that you both want followups. I'm the leader here, I'm important, me, me, me!"
"My friends, for five and half years I couldn't do the robot. "
"We need a commission on Cold Wars to do the things that are necessary. We will bring the troops home with honor after their victory against Medicare."
"My friends, bomb Iran, I was only joking with a fellow veteran. Like this one time, ho yes, there was this woman who walked into a bar and a gorilla raped her, ho yes."
"My friends, bargle fargle Russians Georgias wingle dingle Taliban Osama man oingo boingo -- look! A gold-plated Cadillac earmark!"
"My friends, do you really want to vote for a terrorist-lov -- oh, shit, this isn't a Republican audience. Hey, where's the bathroom?"