Wow the rally is awesome. They even have little streamers and a pumpkin with Obama's face on it. Pretty cool. Everyone you know is here. You talk to Clair for awhile, she even agrees to maybe, possibly, go on a date with you next week (if she isn't too busy). Pretty cool. Some drunk kids keep talking above you about how Obama is cool. You try to ignore them, but it's really not a possibility. They aren't even making sense. Obama wouldn't legalize pot, would he? Maybe he would. Would he really murder the rich? These kids might have a point. Maybe he really is a terrorist. I guess there really isn't a choice for you to make. You have to vote for McCain.
Congratulations, you made it to the rally; however, your mind was corrupted by optimistic, though ignorant, kids. Sorry
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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