Last night I drank from the effervescent, drunkenly adorable mug of champagne that was Sarah Palin.
Today I woke up with a headache. And a stomachache. And a lifeache.
Where's the substance? Beyond the bubble? Where, where and where?
Damn bubbly, making me feel so good and then so bad. So, so bad.
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