Okay, first Laura calls me today to tell me to get out and vote. I tell her “Laura, I early voted, it’s a done deal!”. She doesn’t even stop talking, what nerve. She just keeps blabbing on and on. Finally I hang up on her. That’ll teach her.
About an hour later George calls me to get out and vote. “W”, I says, “it’s a done deal”. He just talks over me like his wife did. Were these people raised in a barn or something? War on terror, need your vote, blah, blah, blah. George you fooker I voted already. I hung up on his @ss too!
Sons-o-bitches quit calling me already. :twisted: