When even Mo knows you're a wuss, your goose is cooked:
Tromping about in a camouflage costume and toting a 12-gauge double-barreled shotgun that shrieked "I am not a merlot-loving, brie-eating, chatelaine-marrying dilettante," the Democratic nominee emerged from his shooting spree with three fellow hunters proclaiming, "Everybody got one, everybody got one," showing off a hand stained with goose blood.
The senator is desperately trying to prove his regular-guydom. He's using more contractions and dropping G's, T's and N's... and he drank Budweiser with his male aides while watching a Red Sox game, when you know he was dying for an imported beer.
Heineken....Just like JFK I.