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#4: The California Raisins
Some of you may know from my Proud White Trash blog that I grew up in a rough neighborhood. The kind of neighborhood where, on Halloween, it was nothing to bust someone’s face and steal their candy. Especially if their costume was stupid.
But nobody ever beat up a California Raisin, because they were just so…pitiful. Even the worst bullies, who fed on weakness, could only give the Raisins a painful sideways glance. And that was in the eighties, when the stupid things were actually (luckily temporarily) popular.
The lameness now is off the scale. But I guess you’d be safe from bullies, at least.
The Screamstress feels so sorry for us she won’t put a sarcastic caption here!
