Again, the 4th!!!

...And it came to pass that Bnengets was famished from jazzercizing on the dunes of Mentone Beach, when a flea that had been scratched off the hindquarters of the Almighty Butt-Sniffer delivered this sacred singing telegram:

Pounder? I don't even know her.
Furbulous... That is not even a word
by the way.

I should hope not.

And it became clear to Bnengets that the acquisition of a sports-drink was in order.

--Pre-Evangelations 11:12-13

So, uh... yeah. Go America and Dog bless Lou Dobbs!!!