I used to write for a toy company, and we'd get sent samples of the toys.
My colleague was sent one of those life-sized dolls of a 7-year-old, which I discovered by walking into the office at 8am with a chronic hangover, and seeing it stood on the floor, and slumped over his chair.

Obviously I couldn't resist it.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 28 Oct 2013, 14:47, Reply)