Potato Doll

Today my lovely reading audience, you get a two-for. That's right, it's buy one get one free here at World of Weasels!
I won the giveaway over at Jenny's Happy Life! It was for this really cool doll. This was her first giveaway(well maybe on the internet) and so she decided to let people gain an entry for every comment they left as long as they gave up some link love on their blogs. This got ugly and she wound up with 163 comments. Sixty of which were from me. After a while of trying to think up original comments, I decided to just tell a story about why I should win the doll, even though the winner would be drawn from a random number generator. But for your blogging enjoyment I am publishing a segment of those comments here:

Weaselmomma said...

I am going to keep leaving comments until yours are jammed or until you decide to just throw the doll at me.


Can you tell my mom never bought me a doll?


Just a potato.....


That I had to draw and cut out construction paper clothes and tape them on.


And I would love and rock and cuddle the 'lil tater.


I would give it all the love that a little girl could


I would have to keep grooming 'lil tater by picking the eyes off as they grew.


No matter how much I cared for her, she would start to shrivel.


And eventually rot.


And I would have to throw 'lil tater away.


Or worse. If Mom was making dinner and running short on potatos.......yeah you guessed it.


'Lil Tater would be pulled from my arms, Skinned, thrown into a pot of boiling water, and mashed into a starchy pulp.


Then would be served to me for dinner.
I always hated mashed potatoes anyway.


But this was just traumatic. Force fed my 'Lil tater Hanibal style.


Does this story, get me the doll?


of course none of this is true.


But funny none the less.


I am a pretty twisted chick.

And as posted by Jenny herself:

"And...I know she'll be proud of this...the winning comment was at the end of her dear "Potato Doll" Story. It should be published. It really should. My Mom has been here visiting and I told her the story, and she believed it. I had to explain it was just a joke, it was that riveting."

Proof that I am both sick and talented!