AND THANK ME FOR SHARING!

So, what did this Dutch American do to celebrate our great victory last night over the forces of barbarism and ignorance? Did I run through the streets screaming "free at last, free at last, thank doggamighty we're free at last", or did I perhaps dance naked with a crossdressing gender mixed individual in a girls bathroom, as we liberals are wont to do?
Did I get riotously drunk and smoke the devil's grass?

Pompoms, confetti, ticker tape?

No, I went down to Chinatown for lunch like every Wednesday, pipe of tobacco afterwards, banked and grocery shopped, purchased some Chinese cigarettes (小熊貓煙仔 'siu hung maau yin jai'; "little panda", which are darling), then had a caffeinated beverage.


I am not one for excessive gloating. But never-the-less: "Hey Elon, neener neener neener and go ram-bam yourself. Loser."


Oh, and I also counted obese visitors from the red states. What is it with many American men that they get that impact bumper right around the navel area, extending past their balls? And why are their women folk so much like the Michelin Man that you wonder of the French were sending us a message, but like everything else we got it wrong?

Perhaps instead of two double bacon-cheesies, biggie fries, and a thirty two ouncer every day, they too should have had a Cantonese lunch?

And perhaps get used to just one lunch everyday instead of five. Force yourselves.
I never get tired of looking at you. Forgive me for staring.
Or not. I really don't give a damn'.
Lard buckets.

Yes, I would like to fat-shame the entire country.


We do NOT need to save the whales.
They'll eat us alive.



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