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just you wait
I don't want your votes, I want this to be a shot across the bow of you people.
"Who's going to stop me?"
I can only think of one remedy
It's 2015, and today I'm celebrating Friday. FRIDAY. I see my friends.
My automated donations continue to be taken out via paypal so it must still be working in some fashion
I am the oldest serving senator. As such, and for other innumerable reasons, I am by far the MOST CORRUPT. And therefore my vote is Utterly for sale. Can you promise me you'll leave the points and votes system alone until AFTER you make the system change? Can you secure the votes of any of the founding Three BEFORE you get my vote? Can you promise to uphold safe data practices and preserve the large quantity of personal information that has been held in our accounts? Can you fix my goddamn upload/email function? I got tasks I've been working on but I can't put in anything lately!
I will reach out with more of my absurd and selfish demands soon. Excelsior!
Wooo! Died at the joke joint tonight! DIED!
Time to get moving
Of course its fan mail. There's barely a difference between fan and lunatic after all. Actually the fan mail is really just setup for the thirty other packages we've sent--a protracted process of acquiring strangers' addresses. The packages don't have our names on them, and I don't actually know those people and there's no notes inside the packaging. I think you can see for yourself there's very little ambiguity on that point.
If it helps though, the corndog is a symbol of a man sticking his fist in another man's bottom. And the dollop is a symbol of the soft substance left behind on the chairs in a male exotic dancing club. We successfully sent these openly through the united states mail. CRAZY ENOUGH YET?
I found Louise, you guys.
And I lost her.