Dr. Thorpe: Why do I feel like a jury when I look at this?
Zack: I've never wanted to try to fuck a dandelion less.
Dr. Thorpe: This is where BDSM meets awwww, wook at da adowabuh babee chickeee!
Zack: Awwww its twying to eat a hambuwga....oh no....
Dr. Thorpe: The saddest part about this whole affair is the dude with half a boner just raring to get into this candyfloss gimp suit, but he's like "arrrrgh, still gotta spend 56 hours knitting the left arm thing!"
Zack: Not to mention his frustration at the dozens of times his cat ran off with his garters.
Dr. Thorpe: "Bad kitty! Not a toy! Can't you see it's erotic!?"
Zack: And the cat slinks off to go sleep on grandma in her 80 kilo wool poncho.
Dr. Thorpe: Never to be seen again.
Zack: I wonder if these people devote as much time to making erotic sweaters for their Second Life characters. I have to assume the answer is yes.
Dr. Thorpe: There's probably an Oblivion mod for this.
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