HOLY CHRISTMAS, WE'RE FUCKED

On a wondering trip I came across a tired fellow traveler who pointed me in the direction of a famed waffle house. He said to me: "Ho, hungry wanderer, lift your spirits, lay down your burdens and sate your butter desires." I asked him why he had not satisfied himself at this spot of syrupy heaven and he said, "oh but i did, and it left me in such a state. I writhed in pain, my limbs convulsed and i did wreck my head against the wall. you see sir, a gypsy once cursed me. I may never enjoy carbohydrates."

Robin fights the power the only way she knows how.

So I thought, "Why not? Let's do this bitch, mmkay?"

And I promise that by the end of my first 90 days in office I will have doubled, that’s right - doubled, the flavors of ice cream available to American consumers. This is my promise to you.

HO, TO THE BRASSY FUTURE!

HOPE IS THE AD!




THE FUTURE IS THE PRODUCT!




RESIST - THE FUTURE IS FREE AND IN THE SKIES!

IN THE FUTURE, EVERYONE WILL LOOK LIKE ANTS!

DON'T WORRY, THE FUTURE IS EASY TO UNDERSTAND!

WOOSH!




THE FUTURE IS ALMOST HERE


AND IT SHINES!!!