Twelve "my friends," eight "croney-isms" and five "pork barrels" later, the presidential debate is finally over. I feel like this campaign is one big episode of Pee Wee's playhouse and we're all waiting to hear the secret word. John McCain could totally be a character on that show...he walks like a Penguin. And Obama kind of has the same body as Kermit the Frog.
I can't deal...I'm going to go try to nail jello to a wall for the next four weeks or so.