Deer... Mitt... Romney...

Please... don't ever, EVER, quit the presidential race.

You're comedy gold.

Between telling Iowa that your five military-eligible sons
are showing their support for their country by running
around the state in a Winnebago to get you elected, or
telling stories of strapping your dog to the luggage rack
of your car and then leaving him there for hours until he's
literally shitting all over the roof, or now not knowing how
many counties there are in the state you governed (hint: it's
not 13 or 10), not to mention the "Five Brothers" site with
Tagg (*snickers*) and company...

you're John ("I'm sorry that I'm a rich white male... I can't
help it!") Edwards times 100.


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