This is what joy feels like
Well, I knew that living in FL-87 would pay off at some point.
We elected Emily Gregory to a FL House seat over some dumb ass Republican dopey man who doesn’t even live here.
I got to thinking briefly about some ignoramus who talked shit about me for saying I live in Palm Beach.
After years (17 years TODAY!) of me living here.
And of me not even TALKING about it all that much because I don’t want people to think I have money.
I asked that heifer’s cellmate I mean life mate if they voted in the election today.
But alas, THEY don’t live here and — gasp — NEVER DID.
“You lil’ stupid ass bitch, I ain’t fuckin’ with you
You lil’, you lil’ dumb ass bitch, I ain’t fuckin’ with you
I got a million trillion things I’d rather fuckin’ do
Than to be fuckin’ with you, lil’ stupid ass.”
I’ll let the forthcoming “I was born here and ate a sandwich here before you were born” remain far out of my sight.
As I’ve done for … what, is it a year now? More?
“Bitch, I don’t give a fuck about you, or anything that you do.”
Omg that felt FANTASTIC.
The winning. And quoting BIG SEAN.
The other one.
Hah.
“I mean for real, fuck how you feel
Fuck your two cents if it ain’t goin’ towards the bill, yeah”