We’re on day three of the 2020 e******n results and we still don’t know who the next President of the United States will be. But I guess it’s only fair that the longest year in history also have the longest e******n in history.
If you’re like me and you find yourself glued to your phone, your television, your computer, or anything else that might someday tell you the results of this never-ending presidential race, you could probably use a laugh right about now.
So here are some chuckle-worthy tweets about the e******n that might just make you feel a bit better about everything.
With the same desperation, too.
Just like when I’m waiting for those new pillow covers or that diffiuser I purchased to arrive, I’m unbelievably impatient and I can’t tear my eyes away in case there’s some sort of update I’m might miss.
The only thing that gives me hope is that with Amazon tracking, nothing happens…nothing happens…nothing happens… and then suddenly your package is inside your house.
*Ah-ah-ahhh!*
In case you wanted any sort of an update on what’s happening in the e******n… This. This is what’s happening.
This is the point we’ve reached. Stay tuned for more utter chaos.
And you’re all getting the same mark in the end.
You want to trust they’ve done their share of the work and will produce the right results but honestly, you had this same group for the last project and we all know how that turned out.
Groundhog Day.
I know the process is going to take longer than usual this year because of COVID. I know that.
But please…just…make it stop. I can’t keep living the same day over and over again. I’ve learned my lesson, I promise.
No winner yet? C’mon.
The most bizarre part about this game is that the captain of one of the teams keeps trying to stop the game and insisting the other team shouldn’t be allowed to get any more goals because he knows his team is losing.
It simply never ends.
Maybe one day we’ll be able to look back on the 2020 e******n and not feel this same headache-inducing, eye-twitch-worthy frustration. But that day is not today.
Today we’re sitting on the couch drinking vodka right out of the bottle because hey, that’s just 2020 baby.
Sure, take your time.
It’s not like we’re in a hurry or anything. How about you take a nice long lunch break while you’re at it?
Maybe go pick up some groceries while you’re out too. It’s all good. We can wait.
The worst show there is.
I’ll be surprised if we don’t all walk away from this e******n coverage seeing blue and red, thinking of the colors blue and red, and even dreaming in blue and red.
After watching the same d**n “map show” for so long, that really feels like the next logical outcome.
Am I just tired or does this actually make sense?
As far as who each character in the film is, I’d like to go on record here saying I firmly believe Joe B***n is Noah and Donald T***p is that rich guy James Marsden plays.
As for Rachel McAdams’ character? Mail-in votes .
Someone please stop John King.
Honestly at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if he zooms all the way in to some random guy on the street in who-knows-where to let us know how he voted in this e******n.
But to be fair, what else can King talk about on hour 72 of this e******n?
The dream.
After a bit of research , I can confirm that in the late 1800s, New York newspapers would use a bunch of lights and projections to tell people who won on e******n night.
Ah, the good ol’ days.
Last Updated on November 5, 2020 by Caitlyn Clancey