When I was a little girl of 5-ish, we had a go-cart like this one:

I seem to recall Mum backing over it in the driveway.
What can you say about this next . . . er, item?

Eeeewwwww!
And this. This book:

I understand the
Idiot's Guide to computers & plumbing &
whatever, but really? The Kennedys warrant an
Idiot's Guide? [Do you ever want to make it Kenend
ies when you're writing the plural? No? Just me? OK, then.]

XM Radio Guy Hutton pointed out that the above book is very . . .
thin. Hahahaha He said it was funny, but not
$3 funny.
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