Congratulations on your retarment, Governor Purnell. Maybe you'll get the chance to sit in a hammock on the beach, skankily attired maidens fetchin' you them umbreller dranks made of vodker and collard juice, all the while the cement pond people are engrossed and confined with mashin' one of them annoying Mashin' Machines as yet another plot of land is purchased simply by mashin' in some numbers on the more addictive than crack machine, for the goats, collard fields , and a few grape vines slung in for good measure, later to be squeezed into vino as the No More Smart Phones Movement is finally heard around the globe, causing most of the inebriated participants to mutter this statement, " What a total waste of time, and an oxymoron to boot." .
