Jack Allison stared up at the ceiling, wishing for death's sweet embrace. “Are you even listening?” Jack’s head snapped to attention, and he sat up a little straighter in his chair. His eyes trained once again on the woman in front of him. She was young, medium height and build, with brown hair and brown eyes. Just then a gust of wind swept through causing her “Warren 2020” campaign shirt to ruffle in the breeze, just as the “Ask Me about My Sanders” sign that was taped to the table between them caught a little air.

“Yep—yes, I...Am.” managed Jack who cleared his throat and reluctantly awaited the rest.

“Anyway it’s SO tragic that Liz dropped out I mean, I really-really wanted to see someone who looks like me up there, y’know?” Said the girl.

Jack clucked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, “uh-huh...Now about Bernie—”

“—And Bernie has like pretty good policies,” interrupted the girl, “but they were always like the Playskool version of Liz’s y’know like, he never talked about how he was going to do any of it, like where are the plans?” Jack’s jaw clenched. “And like,” She continued, “Liz always had plans she’s the only one who ever did any of the work!” Sweat streamed profusely from Jacks temples and a very pronounced vein revealed itself bulging on his neck.

“Yah don’t say..” Jack said in that sort of raspy strain that denotes intense pain or concentration.

“Yeah I mean like...Bernie is so old and white, and just...gross, no offense, but what is he even doing in the race? Like hello, it’s a woman's turn!” As if he had been in high heat for hours, Jack’s face was a splotchy red, his breath came through his nostrils like a steam train’s chug, and all the muscles in his face were stretched taut with effort.”I’ve...never..thought of it...like...that.” He said in a struggling squeaky register, and with what sounded like the stressing of a thousand rubber-bands, Jacks lips quirked up into a grimace of a smile. The girl took no notice of this gruesome display and continued.“And his supporters ugh! No offense, but they really turned me off to voting for him, y’know?” Suddenly the girl paused and arched a concerned eyebrow, “uh, are you okay?” He wasn’t. Jack's skin was so red now it appeared purple, and even more alarming he appeared to be... inflating. It was as if all the feelings he kept from leaving were acting as some kind of helium, stretching him out to his limits. “Just fine.” Jack squeaked, and the girl nodded slowly and continued, “That reminds me! Can we talk about Massachusetts? It was so misogynistic for Bernie too—” Jack exploded.

Todays topics include: Grey E.T, Katy Perry, We’re Nice Now, All Sights on Joe, Mini Mike and Sssayonara Liz Warren!

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