Sunday, February 19, 2012
I couldn't help it. This yanked me from my blog-cation
When I first saw this one-armed, legless, headless man I laughed out loud. I thought it was a joke. It's not, though, apparently. In fact, it's such a non-joke that it has a moderate sell out risk.
For a "dream man arm pillow!"
Scoff, scoff, scoff.
Then I read some of the reviews. One woman wrote that it went well with her mullet. Others wrote that they were lonely and that the pillow felt like the real thing. Minus the head.
There's something sweet about that image of someone who misses a loved one—because of a death or a divorce—cuddling up to this half-man dressed in a pajama top. We all need a sense of comfort, especially at night, as we close our eyes and try to breathe through the ups and downs of the day. What better aide than a stuffed man that doesn't talk, fart or snore?
Why, a half-woman with little round boobies, that's what.
I didn't read the reviews. I just don't want to know.
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