We can't wait till Thursday night, either, Sarah.

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When you see this woman flip-flop regarding her obvious, two-faced bitchy comment about Biden's age, you just have to wonder, is McCain really going to let her go to the debate at all?

Hope there's no crisis at the last minute, or anything like that.

Here's a clip from Huffington Post -- sorry for the commercial at the top of it.



I hope Biden doesn't pull one punch.

I wouldn't.

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