Going to bed in a few minutes..
My guards will take me to my throne, which I shall sleep on to a portable fan and television on 'Glee' repeats.
Sigh.. my life is so perfect. You all are jealous as always, no need to explain. I see and hear your worries and cries, weeping and screaming out my name in agony that you have to use food stamps while I don't even have to take out a dollar to pay anything.. but just get them.
Except.. I get gold bars and not dollars.
Anyway, I'm getting off-topic. I get like that sometimes. You all will be trained tomorrow on how well you bow down to me and we will all recite the Pledge of Remeese several times and see how well you learn it. For now.. you can have... "Fun". Whatever you
poor people can think of doing with that word, suit yourself.