What the crap, Obama. You were supposed to be all superman-like, omnipotent. Mr. Band-aid. Dude, i moved to Colorado to help get you into office. I worked 50+hours a week for you.
Where's my job?
Party foul, Obama. Party foul.
I need a job, folks. Mike spoiled me with snowboarding gear for my birthday and you can bet your pretty little faces that I'm going to use it- which means i want to stay in Colorado (east coast slopes suck, apparently. Too much icy snow. Icy snow= hurty falls).
So, come on. Cut a sister a break here.
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