So maybe I almost cried on Tuesday night.

And maybe there are photos of me with my arms in the air screaming for Barry O’s victorious crushing of Johnny Mac’s soul.

And maybe, just maybe, I was one of the many who charged up Broad Street to City Hall and screamed my head off.

And maybe I called my mom and screamed “BARRY O IN THE WHITE HOUSE, MUTHAFUCKA!”

Maybe, but I’m not sure.  I wasn’t exactly keeping track of everything I did on Election Night.  But I do one thing for certain: I can host a decent banger.

Let’s check that off the “complete by 30″ list.

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