Arrr, as Tim Walz sails into the vice debate, his belly’s shakin’ like a ship in a storm!
2024-09-29
Arrr, matey! Tim Walz be shakin’ in his boots ‘bout facin’ JD Vance, just like that fateful Sunday in August when he told Kamala she’d best beware his jabberin’. Rumor has it, he’s quakin’ even more now! The pressure be on, fer this be the grand finale before the big day!
Avast ye landlubbers! Gather 'round, fer I be spinnin’ a yarn ‘bout one Tim Walz, a land-dweller feelin’ as jittery as a cat on a hot tin roof! The scallywag be reckonin’ that facin’ off against that rogue JD Vance be makin’ his belly churn more than a barrel o’ rotten fish. Aye, he be sayin’ it be remindin’ him of the time he warned Kamala Harris that he be as useful in a debate as a ship without a sail!But wait, me hearties! The stakes be higher than a crow’s nest on a fair day, fer this here vice presidential debate be a landmark affair—a grand spectacle, it be, ‘tis likely the last grand show before the fateful day o’ reckonin’ known as Election Day! Many a salty sea dog be whisperin’ that Walz be quakin’ in his boots more than ever, feelin’ the pressure like a cannonball in a stormy sea!
So hoist the flags and ready the rum, fer the time of reckonin’ be nigh! Will our Tim Walz ride the waves or sink to Davy Jones’ locker? Only the winds o’ fate shall tell!