I want my own mannequin. Badly. Really badly. I would dress her up in different costumes and keep her on the front porch.
I'll keep an eye out at the flea market.
Mannequins give me the fucking creeps. I had a cousin named Jimmy who had a lady mannequin in his bedroom. Her name was Girlfriend. I would never getting any fucking sleep in Jimmy's room. No way, no fucking how.
Hell no, it would be staring at you all night.
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