So, we were sitting on the curb bleeding, sore and still wanting to beat the hell out of each other, but the dentist said that might be a bad idea since a large crowd was looking at us. I suggested I could turn this into an on the spot get to know the candidate type of thing. The dentist didn’t think that was a good idea considering how bruised and bloody were were. So, I just told the crowd to vote for the Dudeman Party and me, and the dentist just limped away to his car.
The dentist is continuing to crunch the numbers and reckons our café intense meeting didn’t hurt our image as the people’s party, even though we can’t go back to that particular café. I have to say the health system is quite cool as both the dentist and I got patched up very nicely and I was able to get a few nurses numbers. The dentist was uneasy about this as he reckons this isn’t a good look for a wannabe politician. But those nurses were hot and I’m good with woman who are healing my broken body. I may have been a little drunk when I was hitting on those girls. Most of them were girls... I think…
Every day on the campaign trail is an opportunity to talk about the party, about our vision and for stress between party leaders to spill over. The dentist and I have had a few punch-ups and a few trips to the hospital. He has suggested we get a party doctor. Someone to patch us up after one of our hardcore debates. He is worried all these bust-ups and trips to the hospital will affect our family-friendly image. I suggested that we stop drinking and getting angry and, you know, hitting each other! He wasn’t sold on that idea, especially the drinking thing. I think he might have a problem. I suggested Alcoholics Anonymous, but he punched me and then I threw a table at him, then one thing lead to another and we ended up in hospital again.
But things are going well. I’m getting out there and seeing the people and pushing my policies forward onto the masses. Just have to nut out the issues with my campaign manager.