Now there's this fabulous item you can take to the alter of "God I'm so fucking single".
Of course, writing this evil stuff means I'll probably end up owning more than ten cats, take up knitting, wear Snuggies, join book clubs for the booze, own that weird mannequin that came out in the late 90's that you leave in your car to freak-out robbers. Now you can add this stuffed arm and chest to that list.
Honestly, I'd buy this thing yesterday if it showed some chest and had a tan. What woman wants to snuggle up to vivid blue shirt buttoned tight up to the chin? Looks like it could sit up at any minute and ask me to join him for a round of croquet.
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