okay, so this is weird enough. but thisis just…wrong!!!! on so many levels!!!!
the english in the interview is also kinda funny.
but ‘girlfriend’s lap pillow’?! i don’t understand what happened. has the world always been like this? have i just been in denial for far too long?
The comments are fantastic …
Anonymous
14.11.04, 18:09 I was just thinking the other day how I remember watching tv with my mom on the couch while my head was in her lap. Is there any more safe feeling than that?
Anonymous
14.11.04, 20:31 This is the kind of thing I would have to HIDE when mom visits. There is NO WAY I could explain these legs just laying around.
zmcnulty
14.11.04, 21:32 Just tell her, “Not ‘it’s nasty,’ but ‘it’s pleasent.”
I’m sure she’ll understand.
Anonymous
14.11.04, 21:43 It’d be nice if there was an accessory like an arm you could put around your head or neck. It’d be even nicer if the arm was battery operated and ran its fingers through your hair, assuming you had hair. I suppose if you were bald, the hand could rub your bald head. Perhaps they could work it so that the hand emitted some kind of hair-growth oil that encouraged the re-growth of hair on your bald head.
Anonymous
14.11.04, 22:20 Now attribute human interaction to lifeless purethane foam. Next step ? Some cheap voice recordings “I love you” or “You are my best friend” a la Barbie/whatever dolls. Now the other dude even has a wireless hugging torso, this is getting sick with every second passed.
Anonymous
14.11.04, 23:34 If you’re this desperate for affection, please, just ask someone out.
Anonymous
14.11.04, 23:52 If you’re that desperate for attention, there may be a good reason. If you ask someone out, you’ll only get rejected. Plastic legs are your only refuge. Go get ’em tiger.
Anonymous
15.11.04, 06:33 Okay, I think I need a boyfriend’s arm pillow AND a girlfriend’s lap pillow. I’ll lay my head on her soft “fat” stomach and put his heavy arm around my neck. I’ll never have to talk to a real person.
Anonymous
15.11.04, 16:34 I’d settle for a voice recording that repeats endlessly “It’s not your fault”