I am really fucking happy that we won, I'm even more fucking happy that the assholes LOST.
Wingers are in pain right now and their tears are sweet and delicious. Excuse me…
Fill that glass for me, Lady. I'm thirsty…
I'm spiking the ball, doing a victory lap and… One second.
Fill that glass up for me while you're at it, OK?
As I was saying, I'm celebrating. About fucking time, I say. After all the shit that they put the President through, this outcome is happiness personified.
Hold up…
Don't waste those tears, Sweetheart. Pour some in that glass for me. Can I get a hit of those chips too?
I'm a happy, gloating motherfucka! This is our time.
Finally, my drink is here…
Thanks, Bottoms UP!