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 Bad Lip Reading. Pepper spray tan! She pooped on the treadmill! You just froze a baby! And for the finale, the candidates' closing songs, topped by the singular "One Wittle Wee Wee." Dead swans and Johnny's pogo!
FINALLY, I understand what they are saying!
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