Some people go to Normandy and bring back Calvados, war memorabilia, or cheese. Then there's me.
He's 4 feet tall, and his ladder lights up. They were all over Normandy, sometimes three or five to a house. Absolutely hysterical, and downright creepy in a way. Still, I couldn't resist. Come January 8, this bad boy is hitting my balcony.
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