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!

Cindy McCain Trophy Wife Doll

Hot. Busty. Plastic. Vapid. It’s like the real Cindy McCain only with a lower credit card limit.

Optional prescription drug addiction sold separately.

From Kenner!