I got the grand tour. Then? Whew! Californians--they just don't get it. Kiddos, after I beat Hillary's big butt senseless, all of Rosary High & LC I & II knows it will be just me in that hotel room. The 15 tractor-trailer trucks are loaded and ready to go. I watch myself on the accursed TV. Doesn't feel right? You'll get, "Fuck it! I'm going back to Ireland!"
Or?"Let's get this show on the road!"
"Beavis" might be there. He might not.