Yes, Walter, it does say that you're right. But using basic logic and human intelligence one can surmise that this is a link to an image.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm about to endorse 10 beers into my mouth because it has been an incredible stressful evening.

Oh Ann, you beautiful spinster, I will find you love.

Ron: Thank you all for being here, let's get started.
Leslie: Wow, great attitude Ron.
Ron: Sorry, I was talking to these ribs.

How am I supposed to find the love of Ann's life when it sounds like a funeral in here?

Ben: Screw romantic dinners, let's go rub it in their face.
Leslie: God, I love you so much.

All the things make me think a lot of feelings about myself.

I've never been very good at letting things go. I can't tell you how many times a fun tug of a war with a dog over a chew toy turned contentious. One of always gets mad.

Not now Ben, I would like to introduce Derek's ass to my foot.

He is attractive, and charming, and his family employs half the town. But, so what? I am a lifelong government bureaucrat who's well versed in the issues. And those are the kind of sexy qualifications that win elections.

Ann, you beautiful tropical fish.

It's true. I no longer have highly trained, professional campaign managers. So what? Are most murders committed by highly trained, professional assassins? No, they're committed by friends and coworkers! That analogy was way better in my head.