It should be infinite
Polls are the nectar of gods.
Polls are pretty hip and cool.
Polls are more than adequate; semi-good, if you will.
Polls are the epitome of average.
Polls are like that itch on your knee that keeps coming back.
Polls make my whiskers shiver in protest.
Polls are a blight on all that is good and sacred.
I comb the hair on the back of my head with the spines of my victims.
It should be infinite
This post brought to you by the power of boobs. Dear lord them boobs. Amen
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