Sometimes I wish my interests had an OFF switch.

This, my friends, . . .

... started with the middle one on the middle row. It was so creepy-looking I *had* to get it.

But I couldn't stop at one, no no. That would be too easy.

Now I have a full-fledged doll collection.

Maybe I *am* a twink.

At least they're all creepy looking, in their own way.

Maybe it would help if I called them "action figures." Or hung fishing tackle on them.

Or doused them with Pennzoil.

They're gonna take my bear credentials away. I just know it.