The voters have spoken, and they pimp slapped me back to Sangster Road.
Their message seemed to be the following: Hit the Road Jack
Surely there was some mistake... I called Rush Limbaugh...err Jay Holland last night to see if he could do some investigation. He wouldn't take my call. He was too busy trying to smooth things over with the mayor. So I took twenty shots or so and fell asleep face down in a "present" left by Riley in the backyard.
I woke up this morning in a fog...I thought I had been in a fight. In reality the gallon of Old Crow got to me.
I said early on that my campaign was akin to the maiden voyage of The Titanic..... and I was right!
Is this the last time I will run? Depends. Will Sherman run again? If so, I want NO part of that battle.
In closing, I'd like to thank all the little people, my supporters. The ones such as Taylor who spent all day at the Falls berating voters. The ones that tried to vote even if they didn't live in Gadsden. Thank you for your...crappy effort. I mean after all, this butt kicking can't be my fault, it can't be my message, so it has to be the fault of the hired help.
Surely voters are not tired of this gorgeous specimen....
Oh heck, you know I'll run again and more importantly I know I'll run....I told you weeks ago, I'll run until I'm 80.
See you in four years....
Cheers,
FSM
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