There were so many really nice folks that let my handler take pictures of them holding me. It was fun.
I got a new onesie from these guys!
I will have to write more tomorrow, when I'm not so dead tired....
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- Sara Femme
- Tempe, Arizona, United States
- I was born in a factory like so many other dolls. Some idiot made a gift of me to some snotty-nosed, diaper-filling cretin. After ‘that thing’ outgrew me, I was dumped into a basket full of Betamax and 8-track tapes with a plethora of 70’s and 80’s paraphernalia. I think Madonna’s shriveled virginity was in there. I was rescued from the middle of a heap by a nice woman looking for a costume prop. She was really nice to me until… She was bitten by a zombie. She wasn’t nice any more, no sir. In her quest for brains, she infected me. Yes, inanimate objects can become animate from being loved, then bitten … (kinda like the Velveteen Rabbit plus rabies). Consider yourself warned. Your lamp could be waiting for you to come home and turn it on. Wait, that sounded… Anyhoo, WATCH OUT! Luckily, the formerly nice lady had a twin sister who is now my ‘handler'. She loved her sister and knew how much I meant to her, so she takes care of me and manages my talent. You will see me in all the right places, hob-nobbing with all the right people, just looking for a chance for …. bbrrraaaiiinnss! (drools) Ahem, sorry about that… Where was I? Oh, wanna ‘meat’ me? Sure you do!
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