Discus

You don’t want to miss this: it’s the discus toss. You’re supposed to throw it. Spin it around. It’s like a skeet. — Pay attention to my strategy, since it’s now my turn:

While remaining sober, I hoist my body up with the pole, and, while I’m at the peak of my vault, I remember to vote for the establishment’s recommended candidate. Then I clear the mark and land. Now all becomes black. It is finished. I think I won first prize. So my friend Stegz approaches, and we drink some beers together to celebrate victory.

Isn’t it enjoyable to relax and visit with friends after winning the competition? Therefore, everyone, hop on the bus and come home with me; the trial is over. Help me count the prize money that I won: fifteen dollars.