Tonight I will be eating my mother’s donkey-shaped, blue-frosted cookies and singing the same song I sing every election day:
Don’t mess with Lady Kier–get thee to a polling place!
Are you registered, baby?
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I, I…don’t know what to say.
That’s hillarious. Thanks for sharing, and happy voting day!
Clever. Purely clever. Donkey cookies sound simply fabulous – I love your mother.
May I ask, where did she get the cookie cutter because I do believe I need one.
Donkey cookies…wow, you people like voting.
Vote, baby, vote indeed.
Dude, I heart voting. Amen.