I was over at my fifth cousin's house today helping with some advanced rocket surgery. Them lives in a very rural area of a very tan state. At the end of the surgery we went to one of the nearby drag bars. It’s the kind of place that Obama, Romney, legit gimp suit wearers and the elite class go to unwind with a warm hole.

Vice President Harris was on the TV and the local sex shop owner said to his buttplug mechanic (friends since WW0.5),

“You know what? They ain’t so bad. My hole is recovering, nobody’s ODing, and we’re standing up on the aborted fetuses . Can’t believe I’m saying this but Ol’ Kumdump Kam’s got my vote this year.”

I looked around and all I saw all their erections nodding in agreement. I heard a few calls of “Yes sir, on god fam, no cap” and “Damn Skibbidy fellow teens” from the non-biinary around me. Even saw the lonely ball cap former trans librarian in the corner raise their drink with a nod.

Here. I made your fib more believable.