My favorite sister-in-law gave me a ‘Dammit Doll.’ She picked it up while on an excursion with Scott because she (a) thought I needed something to take my frustrations out on (b) thought I would find it amusing.
This camouflage dude with orange-spiked yarn hair has had a rough morning. The dammit doll needs a dammit doll, you guys.
Whenever things don’t go so well,
And you want to hit the wall and yell,
Here’s a little dammit doll,
That you can’t do without.
Just grasp it firmly by the legs
And find a place to slam it.
And as you whack the stuffing out,
Yell “DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!”
