Blah blah blah blah blah, blahblahblah, blaaah blaaah blaaah. It’s not that I care, but when it’s as scripted and choregraphed as it is, I just can’t get excited about it. I mean, I think I’d almost rather watch the last 45 seconds of an NBA play-off game. You know, when it takes 3 hours to finish and you get to watch nothing but 5 seconds of play, 45 seconds of the teams standing around, the obligatory shot of the coach and then 2-3 minutes of the same commercials that you have been seeing for the first 3+ quarters of the game.
To jazz ‘em up, like the NBA, the candidates need some cheerleaders. Not some skanky teeth missing ho’s neither. I’m talking rockin’ hotties sportin’ mad racks yo!
Yea. Boobs.
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