What are you reading this for? Go on, get out of here, VOTE.
I don’t want to have to put you all up if, you know, things go tits up and you all need to move to Canada. So just make sure that doesn’t happen, because I just don’t have the room. Unless you don’t mind sleeping on the floor and/or tenting in the backyard and you’re willing to bring me shit from Target, in which case, you’re all welcome.
But I’d kinda rather you just get it all sorted out down there, so that I can come visit you. So, go: VOTE.
We’re cheering you on from here.