I would puke, but there is nothing left in my stomach.
On Saturday I made the mistake of watching almost 3-1/2 minutes of the sycophantic, fawning, servile, obsequious, bootlicking, adulatory, bootlicking “news” coverage of the “March for Our Lives”.
I haven’t been able to keep anything down since.
Oh well, a lot of the marchers were wearing boots, so there were a lot of them to lick.
That's my excuse and I'm sticking with it.