In pursuit of the bookmark entry on his blog, I found where he took a picture (scan?) of the drawing I did of the picture he took of his mouth et serrated peanut:
and you can find a video of him serrating the peanut with a song about giving up meat for a year here.
(McMuller, forgive me for not asking permission to post this/link you.)
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In the realm of fanfiction, you are a mayor and I am one of the many citizens who has voted for you three times. We live in the same city. You have a full-time job and health insurance. I know you personally. I like telling people, "Can't talk now. I'm meeting the mayor for lunch." We always eat lunch in private.
You are a popular mayor. Two days before you were first elected, you met your less-popular opponent for lunch. After you paid for the meal, he drove his car into the lake.
It was an accident. Before the newspaper or the police could question you, your opponent held a press conference in his hospital room and told everyone the accident was his own fault. "I accept full responsibility," he said. "I wish I hadn't driven my car into the lake."
After the nine-minute press conference, your opponent called your cell phone and asked, "If you win the election on Tuesday, would you consider moving your victory party to the hospital rec room? I'd enjoy the company."
You agreed to move your party, and that's the story of how one of the greatest victory parties in our city's history came to be held in a hospital.
ohhh mcmuller...
wow. that picture is rather disturbing :) Thanks for the clarification. I was 99 percent positive that wasn't considered "drag" since it was like a normal day with normal work clothes. I was just confused because most men I've seen who are transgender usually have more going than just the wardrobe and all that. And she didn't. Now I know thouugh. All thanks to you :) What's going down with you this summer? You guys aren't moving for a while still right?
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