Clara's Little Moment of Win

My mom and I were picking at our gingerbread "houses" earlier. Hers was a double-wide redneck trailer complete with a mullet-bearing marshmallow snow-woman clutching one of those little chocolates shaped like liquor bottles, such as whiskey, and actually containing alcohol. She was eager to eat it, but when she tried to pry it from the dried marshmallow hands, she yelled at in a redneck voice, "Let go of that Jim Bean! You don't need no more!"It totally MMD.