with all the empty promises intact, and not a peep from the peanut (did I spell that right?) gallery?
Bunch of fair weather friends, you are.
C'mon.....you can do it.

How about a little parting cheer?

Rah, rah, rah
Grab a kiss from Chris
Rah, rah, rass
Plant it on my ass.

Goooooooh.....(far away).....Chrissy!!

applause
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Agendas kill truth.
If it's a crop, plant it.