“Candy? Ice cweam? Poop?” the little Oliver responded. “Poopy in pants? Trunalimunumaprzure?”
“See?” his mom cooed. “He’s just so perfect for the part! That made more sense than the last seven speeches I’ve heard the president give.”
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The Burnswax’s neighbors loved his costume, though some thought it was the actual Joe Biden and slammed the door in his face, thinking he was there to monitor their bank transactions over $600 or jab them with a needle.
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