TODAY’S STORY IS “WHERE THE MILD THINGS ARE,” BY MITT ROMNEY
THE NIGHT MITT WORE HIS BEST SUIT AND MADE MISCHIEF OF ONE KIND AND ANOTHER.
HE SHAVED A HEAD BUT RECEIVED NO PUNISHMENT.
LATER, HE DECIDED TO RUN FOR PRESIDENT. IN HIS PRIVATE YACHT, MITT SAILED OFF THROUGH THE PRIMARIES, NIGHT AND DAY AND IN AND OUT OF WEEKS AND ALMOST OVER A YEAR
TO WHERE THE REPUBLICANS ARE!
AND WHEN HE CAME TO THE PLACE WHERE THE REPUBLICANS ARE THEY ROARED THEIR TERRIBLE ROARS!
AND GNASHED THEIR TERRIBLE TEETH!
AND ROLLED THEIR TERRIBLE EYES!
AND SHOWED THEIR TERRIBLE CLAWS
TILL MITT SAID:
“THE TREES HERE ARE JUST THE RIGHT HEIGHT”
AND TAMED THEM WITH THE MAGIC TRICK OF SPENDING MORE MONEY THAN ALL THE REPUBLICANS COMBINED WITHOUT BLINKING ONCE.
AND THEY WERE FRIGHTENED AND MADE HIM NOMINEE.
THEN MITT SAID: "AND NOW, LET THE WILD RUMPUS START!!”
THEN, HE TIED HIS DOG TO THE TOP OF HIS CAR AND DROVE BACK ALMOST OVER A YEAR AND IN AND OUT OF WEEKS AND THROUGH A DAY AND INTO THE NIGHT OF THE PRESIDENTIAL CAMPAIGN, WHERE HE FOUND HE WAS STILL NOT HOT
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