Look on the bright side, J-man.  At least the GOP has Weeper Lush keeping a stiff upper lip on all that out of control spending.  The House holds the purse-strings, right?  Rest easy.

Tampa?

Could-a been the whisky, might-a been the gin.
Could-a been the three or four six packs, I don't know,
But won't you look at the mess I'm in?
A head like a football, I think I'm going to die.
But tell me, a-me oh, me oh my,
Wasn't that a Party?

Someone took a grapefruit, wore it like a hat.
I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to an old tomcat.
They were talking about football. The cat was talking back,
Along about then everything went black.
Wasn't that a party