Dasch: i'm pretty sure today is voting day.
Dude: voting for what.
Dasch: i assume it's the president.
Dude: i do remember seeing advertisements. the candidates.
Dasch: yeah, them.
Dude: i don't know any of them.
Dasch: at least you saw their faces.
Dude: i like none of them. they were all wearing suits. giving me ugly smiles i didn't ask for.
Dasch: well, that's who they are.
Dude: plus they all had wrinkles and at least a double chin if not more. some of them seemed to have hair loss. almost all of them wore those glasses with metal legs. they probably put on make ups but that couldn't cover their crummy skins. they didn't look healthy. however, they still gave this huge smile which gave me a frown.
Dasch: i mean they are not there to be models. they are politicians trying to be president.
Dude: i don't know how they got to be politicians in the first place. none of them seem appealing at all. i don't think i could trust them looking like that. i feel like they look like ones i would never wanna make a pass to when playing sports. they are probably gonna fumble and scratch their head.
Dasch: look it's not about the looks when it comes to politics. it's about something else.
Dude: i feel like they don't have good impressions. i wonder if they got much friends.
Dasch: i mean politicians are not that popular you know. they usually have alot of foes and haters.
Dude: if they have trouble making friends, how are they gonna be friends with people who vote for them and presidents from other countries.
Dasch: they usually have their spokesperson. i believe they also have people write their speech. they are there to help them to navigate somehow.
Dude: if they can hardly handle their own shit, how are they gonna handle country shit?
Dasch: i guess they just keep pushing until shit comes out. making it work somehow.
Dude: i doubt they wipe their own shit. they probably gonna mess up so much shit that they are not even gonna clean that shit mess afterwards.
Dasch: i guess by now they are all just whole pack of shitheads.
Dude: i don't think i can tolerate their stink.
Dasch: but you still gotta go for least stinky one.
Dude: i mean i know they are either blue or red shitheads. democrat or republics.
Dasch: doesn't blue shit seem milder than red shit.
Dude: at the same time, it seems to have lost its steam.
Dasch: it means it's less stinky.
Dude: i do have my doubts though.
Dasch: how so.
Dude: i think they colored it blue to seem less stinky.
Dasch: umm....so?
Dude: at least red shit is honest enough to display red shit no matter how steamy it is. i can at least prepare myself for it. blue shit i have no idea how stinky it is. so i'm going for the red shit.
Dasch: i mean it's all shit anyway so. why not go for it.
Dude stands up. He's pulls down his pants to fix its wedgy. Dasch trails Dude and sniffs around. Dude turns back and looks down at Dasch.
Dude: i promise i'm free of shit.
Dasch skips by and continues walking away.
Dude screams after Dasch.
Dude: i am not one of them! i am not! i am clean! i am not done. come back!