So I go out to do my civic duty and vote. On the way out a fat drunk guy with a green Oktoberfest hat (with a chin strap) wanders up off the sidewalk, looks at me cross-eyed, and says "We're here for you Stephen." He throws his arms up and yells "Zicke, zacke, zicke, zacke, hoi hoi hoi," and then stumbles up the stairs to the building.
I went with my gut feeling and strategically voted. Apparently it was an important thing to do after all since:
Yup. The Conservative MP got in with 73 votes. I'm glad my sphere of influence is slight; I hope no one took my advice and threw their vote away. Because around here, it seems, every vote counts.
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