You know what? “The vote” doesn’t mean anything to me anymore. I voted and I didn’t get even a cookie! I just found out that if I had voted in the right precinct in Austin, for the correct candidates, I could’ve had a bottle of Little King’s Cream Ale and half a turkey on rye with horse radish sandwich!
Shiiitt! Next election I’m holding out for a bottle of Thunderbird and a handjob from the election fraud inspector!











