Finally!
Finally somebody understands!
Friends, can you find it in your hearts to help unicorns?
Once, our horns were as plentiful as the bad ideas that Jerry Brown comes up with.
Alas! Now, you can count our numbers on the toes of Joy Behar’s feet.
That’s right! There are only 14 of us left!
Send us money! Or bourbon! Or money soaked in bourbon! Or sew some more toes onto Joy Behar. On her head. That fat head could hold millions of toes.
You guys need to have more sex. We need unicorns. No matter what, unicorns give us all the hope for the impossible. Dreams. Flying white horned beasts pooping down skittles from the skies.