muffin voting rights and the state of our nation.
I come before you, my fair reader with a heavy weight upon my heart. A weight that has plagued our nation for at least two days, one hour, and 57 minutes. This weight, of course, is muffin voting rights in our fair country. Since the inception of muffin voting, the voice of the other potential voters has not been heard. Included in the list of voiceless voters are: ducks, complementary pens, high-end staplers, people named kevin, those hilarious shoebox giftcards, the number pi, and of course heavily soiled underpants. Now my fair audience, we musn't stand by and let these dastardly clumps of breakfast delisciousness take away the political impact of our right-wielding citizens!
What I am going to propose may sound harsh, irrational, square, leftwise, tunafish sandwich and crazy. However, I must ask you to bear with me to the bitter-sweetly end. I propose that all muffins (with the exception of delicious blueberry) be moved to the outer reaches of the galaxy with the other exiled pastries including frogurt, jordash and jnco jeans, tape players, the number three, and of course vanilla scones (the French are assholes). Thank you for your time and I hope you will consider the legislation that I have proposed to you today.
What I am going to propose may sound harsh, irrational, square, leftwise, tunafish sandwich and crazy. However, I must ask you to bear with me to the bitter-sweetly end. I propose that all muffins (with the exception of delicious blueberry) be moved to the outer reaches of the galaxy with the other exiled pastries including frogurt, jordash and jnco jeans, tape players, the number three, and of course vanilla scones (the French are assholes). Thank you for your time and I hope you will consider the legislation that I have proposed to you today.