You're listening to Draft Kings Network.

Rondersankamonius with his high heels and his bobblehead bullshit, you know. Well, it looks like a bobblehead doll.

Goodbye me, ball run, that horrifying weirdo smile your White House dream

Joe spit the dust but it was doomed right from the star

come back to Tallahassee.

It's time for punching down again.

You can kick up your highest and sink those fingers in pudding.

No, not all that's BS. Totally BS.

And it seems to me your whole campaign was like a fart upon the wind and it's fitting

that you have to kiss Trump's ass again.

And now Casey will have to go back and do the weather on TV.

And though you said never back down the chances of that are zero.

The chances of that are zero. Your wretched whiny tone the voice now falls upon death ears.

And all the voice now falls upon deaf years.

Although we're probably vain and dumb enough to try again in four years.

The last thing we need to do is to monkey this up. You're goddamn right meatball. Well, Roy, your boy meatball Ron is...

No, no, no, no, no, do not curse me like that.

He is not my boy.

Thank you, my goodness.

Let me tell you that right now.

In front of this camera, he is not my boy.

So one of the two mats here at Matowlark and I had a bet, but we couldn't remember what the bet is.

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