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Warren and Sanders fly to Miami to join the other political elites,
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| I need a VP who is as bat shit fucking nuts as I am... | |
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| Oh dear God, where is that old person smell coming from? | |
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Seated on the extreme far left...
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| ...and an avowed communist, because even I know I won't make it another 4 years. | |
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| Is that Sanders in front of me? Ugh. Play the game, Lizzie. Play the game. | |
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With Pocahontas taking a back seat to Crazy Bernie.
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| The prices these stewardesses charge for pretzels! When I'm elected, I vow to break up their in-flight hegemony. | |
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| I'll just stare at this folder of important looking papers while I listen to my Harry Potter audio book. | |
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