I want to drink the vodka, save the Xanax and review my talking points. I also want to remind my campaign head to continue the plan for my fake attempted assassination. I need the pity votes.
I feel I have read enough and wish to enter the building.
The vodka goes down smooth and you feel your head beginning to clear. You read through the talking points as your campaign head confirms the assassination attempt plan. Straightening your tie you step out of the limo and walk inside.
Backstage an aide hands you aanotjer glass of vodka as your introduction begins. With a smile you step out on the stage and up to the podium. A packed crowd of about 18 people and a wall of cameras infront of you.
I won't drink again. I need a clear head so I can imply my opponent is racist and homophobic. I'm promising unions the moon and the stars. I'll never give it to them in reality, but promises are fun. Also, diversity is our strength. I shall take 3 questions after my speech.
You speech goes well and you take a question from rhe crowd. A familiar looking tranny stands and is handed the microphone. "Mr. Upchuck, how are you going to adress the discrimination from Tapon companies against us real women?"
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