You go to the polls to vote for US president in November.
You hold back vomit as you prepare to color in the dot next to Trump or Clinton.
Suddenly, a guy with a mic pops out and says, "You've been pranked! Here are some real candidates to pick from!"
You jump for joy.
The next moment, you wake up in bed.
The woman sleeping next to you is Hillary Clinton.
Horrified, you run to the bathroom and look in the mirror.
You are Donald Trump.
As you weep, Gary Johnson walks into the room, hands you a bong, and says, "Welcome to the Twilight Zone."
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Dude.
No snacks after dinner. You know this happens every time:
Quasi-political fever dreams.
shiver
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