It's my addiction, and not a bad one to have when compared to other addictive things out there...
One morning I was coming back home from the gym, when I decided to stop by my local grocery store for a Rockstar (another addiction of mine) and to see if I won the Powerball jackpot (I didn't).
My grocery store has a claw machine, and I peek inside from time to time to see if there is anything worth grabbing. Nine times out of ten it is filled with garbage, and today was no exception...
Until I saw it...
Half-buried in the mess was a plush Mitt Romney doll. I stopped, stared, and laughed at the stupidity.
But then, Mitt won me over.
I made my purchase, cursed my losing lottery ticket, and was exiting the store when Mitt called out to me...
I had to win it.
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| See the look of worry on his face? |
...he only cost me one dollar too... It's like he wanted to come with me...
So now the big question, my wonderful readers: What am I going to do with him?
Do I give him to my dog, let her rip him to shreds, and become a YouTube sensation when my video is featured at next week's Democratic National Convention?
Do I cut a slit where his mouth is, whip out my willy, give him the old what-what and send a picture to Todd Akin, asking if this is considered 'legitimate rape?'
Or do you have a better idea?
Please leave a comment below, telling me what I should do with Mitt. I'm using Disqus commenting now, which means you can up-vote and down-vote other comments as well.
The comment with the most up-votes by Tuesday morning (I'm taking Labor Day OFF) wins, and if it's blog-worthy, I'll show the aftermath.
You speak, I listen. Now show me what you're made of, and let's have some fun with Mitt!!
