One Wittle Wee Wee: The GOP Debates Bunnies, Rabies, Tuna Melts and Sorority Goldfish

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For pondering age-old questions like, "How would you get a dead mouse on a crescent roll with some steak?", the surreal circus that was the GOP presidential debate has gotten what it deserved: a spectacular version of Bad Lip Reading. Pepper spray tan! She pooped on the treadmill! You just froze a baby! Don't go around the tuna! And for the finale, the candidates' closing songs, topped by the unforgettable "One Wittle Wee Wee." If a pit bull is loose in the house and I owned a parrot that doesn't drink, we could just go out and collect a dead swan!

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