This item arrived at my place of toil the other day. The front is bad enough (the metaphor is frightening, when you think about it - the giant spike, rising through the pink folds...?!?!?!)
but the back, ugh! His name is "Knightridge." Exactly what is that supposed to bring to mind? And why are his face & neck so relatively clean, if his right hand & arm look like he's been working in a coal mine all the live-long day? She's also got a surprisingly frog-shaped bottom half.
[title quotation by Victor Lownes]
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