I want that standing in the corner of my garage, its smile greeting me everyday when I return home.

Maybe put a tie around its neck.

haha... oh gosh, that thing freaks me out. It reminds me of "Timmy" - a small/child's manican for modelling motorcycle equipment and clothing that Greg's old roommate, Travis, kept around the house. Greg's dog, Zane, was so terrified of that thing we had to put it in the basement. He would bark and bark and bark, and run around the corner and then high tail it into the other room! It was in the basement for a while, which made me jump every time I went to do laundry. Now, it's sitting upstairs pointing accusationally out the window, face covered in a very small motorcycle helmet, so you see Timmy all backlit when the light is on. Freaky.

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