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Fact checking:

I was only 15 she said, when I went to a booze party at an unknown location and I can’t remember whose house it was or when it was or how I got there, but I went upstairs with either two or four teenage boys and climbed into bed with at least one of them. I was totally shocked when one of the young boys started passionately grinding his body against mine and then put his hand on my (fully clothed) breast and was pawing at my clothing. I remember repeatedly saying, don’t, stop, don’t, stop and so he eventually stopped and I admit nothing other than heavy petting while lying together in bed actually happened.

I don’t remember what happened next or how I got home, but I didn’t say anything to anyone about it. Can’t imagine how boys who I went to a drunken booze party with, went upstairs with, climbed into bed with would get the idea that I was that kind of girl.

I basically forgot all about it until I woke up one day decades later and remembered that one of the boys could have been Brett Kavanaugh, the pro-life Christian conservative and constitutionalist judge who has been nominated by that evil racist anti-woman’s-reproductive-rights (not my president) Donald Trump.

Then as the memories came flooding back, I realized that this drunken teenage heavy petting episode might be embellished to attempted rape, even attempted murder and if we do nothing but muddy up the waters, we might be able to delay the senate vote and possibly get them to withdraw the nomination