  I can't imagine few things worse than waking up on a Sunday morning with a wicked hangover (what was with all that Jack and Coke? ) only to learn that you've thrown your elderly-and-less-attractive-than-even-John-Kerry-consumer-advocate ass in the Presidential race. People will have your head for this. On a stake. And in the meantime, I'm going to take a nap and try to forget that you (and my headache) exist. Dissappointed, Pissed Off, and Suffering from the J.D. flu, LaMagnolia p.s. You suck. 
