So I have a week off the first week of December and the kid needs a spot to catch some R&R (Rum and Rumps). I also need a ton of friends that mismanaged their vacation time too, but that's another battle. I've been hitting the web hard for a solid 7 minutes and just when I thought I found the ideal spot, some voodoo infused doll babies had to be surrounding the outer circumference of the island.
You'd think a guy could plan a simple, run-of-the-mill vacation without encountering black magic and lynched, disfigured dolls overhead, but I guess not. I would love to make a "If I had a nickel for how many times demon dolls ruined my vacation..." joke, but this is literally the opposite of a joking matter. Any of you readers own one of those "My Buddy" dolls that looked exactly like fucking "Chucky", but your parents just didn't connect the dots? I did. I'm convinced one night while I was asleep that asshole hopped out of the closet and tried to kill me in my sleep. Or my dad played one of the wackest, immature jokes of all-time.
Either way, you can understand why I instinctively teared up when I saw that first picture.
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