Thanks for voting for me every single week.
I’m a dark horse, canvassing you until you’ve been completely covered in my handbills.
A baby kisser from way back, I only want to nominate you to be my running mate. Â You are my favorite son after all.
I may be an also-ran, but you make me feel like the top vote-getter every time we’re together.
And that’s just the way I like it.
Even in the archives here atÂ Bubbles in the Think Tank.