Perhaps some of you out there have been able to enjoy, as do I, having your very own in-home Michelin Man.
I’d highly recommend it. They are warm, squishy, puffy, cozy, a tad freaky, and deliciously edible, just like a jelly donut. I usually go for the cheeks first, then the toes, and then the belly. And if I’m ever in need of a spare tire, there are two arms, and two legs stocked full, ready to come to my aid.
But our Michelin Man is not just your ordinary run-of-the-mill model. He also has the ability, the magical ability, to spontaneously transform into an angry Mr. Stay Puft Marshmallow Man of epic baby proportions, with the added bonus of drool. He will slobber clobber you, no questions asked. And you will love it. The End.
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