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The last time I checked I saw an old man standing next to a voter fraud booth. He was speaking to two other individuals in unknown tongues — at least I thought they were until an interpreter from Delphi arrived at the scene of horrors. He say- ‘dare I find a scythe and remove it from its peg none speak the truth.’ Well that was enigmatic and ignorant as hell so I called over the voter fraud squad. They immediately kettled everyone into the closet where upon all souls were sprayed with six democrat and six republican odors. After that the Oracle spoke and said she was only drunk off the crack fumes coming up out the Parnassus rocks. Paul the Revered tried to teach the dumb Corinthians that, but they kept insisting it was a spirit of wholeness that influenced them. They obviously never attended a political convention on the vapors.

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