Greg, being the pimp daddy master of boardwalk/arcade claw games, won me a little stuffed Rottweiler puppy several years ago. Caesar sits on my dash, reminding me that one day we'll have a couple of real ones. I also like to think that if anyone tried to fuck with my car, he'd preternaturally spring to life and bark his head off, scaring the shit out of the would-be villain ("Holy crap, man, that stuffed animal just fucking growled at us! WTF?!" Hahahaha!), and every so often I pet his little doggie head and check in to make sure he's doing okay.
And aside from the psychotic highly imaginative inner life I enjoy that leads me to pet all manner of inanimate things, I really do love the way they feel. Omg, pillows are my undoing. Get me in a Bed Bath & Beyond or something, and I'm sure to wander off and find myself touching them. The really soft ones feel great on your face :) I usually just ignore the jealous alarmed curious looks of nearby shoppers and enjoy my own personal fabric orgy until my husband, realizing I've
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And aside from the psychotic highly imaginative inner life I enjoy that leads me to pet all manner of inanimate things, I really do love the way they feel. Omg, pillows are my undoing. Get me in a Bed Bath & Beyond or something, and I'm sure to wander off and find myself touching them. The really soft ones feel great on your face :)
I usually just ignore the jealous alarmed curious looks of nearby shoppers and enjoy my own personal fabric orgy until my husband, realizing I've ( ... )
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