Often, my bud and I like to fantasize about serving on The R3volutionary Tribunal with Jeff Probst:
As detainees (former TSAgents, IRS leaches, and Rombamunist motorists -- so identified by their bumperstickers) are brought before the board they are certain they don't want to hear Bud say, "The wall."
They think they might be okeh with hearing me say, "The camps."
But really, what they most fervently crave is to hear Jeff say, "Got nothin' for ya."
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