For those of you who have the good judgment to avoid GDP, I hope Joe doesn't mind my re-posting here

I was working on my acceptance speech ... a speech no one would ...

... hear.

And that's when there was a knock at my hotel room door.

Confused ... I answered the door.

And there, in the hallway, were 700 of the hottest supper delegates I'd ever seen.

Needless to say, those super delegates spent the night satisfying every single one of my electoral fantasies.