Or a sandwich. He insisted on white bread made with a white sandwich spread and served on a white napkin. He said it’s the best sandwich ever. Much better than any sandwich Obama made. Bigger, too.
I asked if he wanted it toasted:
But he just gave me the finger.
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Just shove him in the toaster just the same. make his hair stand on end x
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He’s all molded plastic. Kind of like the real guy.
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Yeah. Why wreck your toaster.
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My toaster deserves better!
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aye just buy some pins instead…
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Voodoo. Now that’s a hobby I could get into.
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Yeah. Very effective…
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Doesn’t even know how to raise the finger
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That’s true. I wish I could make it right, but his joints don’t allow for it. Might be a metaphor there.
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It is perfect as it is. What, after all, does he get right?
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Nothing as far as I can see.
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