Oh my goodness. Even I am starting to feel a teeny tiny bit sorry for this sad clown in the Canadian tuxedo. Four days, four towns, a thousand miles of driving, money wasted on gas and hotel rooms, your entire holiday weekend wasted, missing the first weekend of college football…
All for about 22 “voters” who turned out to listen to you “speak” cliches like “down with the oligarchy!” and “people over profits” – LOL!!
The above shot reminds me of the scene in Animal House where Neidermeyer tries to steer Flounder and Larry Kroger into the geek room with Jugdish, Sydney and….Clayton??
Holy shit! One of the dorks in the Omega Tau Chi reject room was named Clayton! BAHAHAHAHA. I forgot that.
That is priceless! I may have to watch that today as I sit in my underwear eating leftover ribs.
Then there is this gem…
Once again: all stupid old, lonely liberal woman. Remember: these are the BEST photos he could find of the entire weekend! LOL.
Look at that enthusiasm for Comrade Clayton’s commie bullshit and drivel! As always, there are a few old bats in the photo who will likely not even be above ground by the time next election rolls around. That’s ok though – it’s doubtful Comrade Clayton will qualify to hold the position of Ag Commissioner anyways, since he isn’t a real rancher.
This Is The Post Where I End Clayton Tucker’s 72-Hour-Old Candidacy With Kill Shot.
Better hurry back to Lampasas, buddy! All this rain and cool weather is going to mean parasites for your poor goats. Mom’s probably sick of caring for them while you galivant around with Izzy the Baby Beluga!