Even the ghost of Wellstone would chuckle if not guffaw loudly for several minutes, in seeing the squealing and whining the "Mighty Unalloter" would show in response to the shoe pinching the "wrong" foot for a change..
Timmy in raised decibles, would keen and bemoan, "My ox! My ox!"
"It is
MY ox that's getting gored!!!!"
And we all could just laugh and laugh. And laugh yet more. And more.
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photo credit, April Knight