It’s been 20 some-odd years since I stuck Han, Greedo, Chewie and all my Star Wars toys in a box and formally ended my days of playing with “action figures.” I never looked back motherfuckers, I was done. At least I thought I was done. Then along came a toy that rekindled my long cooled desire to give a figure some action. That toy?
Why the Cindy McCain Trophy Wife Doll of course!
Hot. Busty. Plastic. Vapid. It’s like the real Cindy McCain only with a lower credit card limit.
Optional prescription drug addiction sold separately.