Looking at red capped pimple next to this cuddly Tickle Me Hottie is the heighth of a psychological anal probe.

This pre-teen scrote is all that is wrong with life. He makes me itch throughout my nether regions. He is hip-hop douche prime.

This hottie, however, is just pink lipsticked goodness in a can. I'll even forgive the matching locket/bracelet combo and bizarro earrings.

I would nuzzle this fawn's upper arm area with my nose until the Northern Lights form coherent sentences. I would powder my butt-cheeks with her discarded mascara and bump rorsharch tests in the snow. I would conduct the Boston Philharmonic in a synthed version of Ode To Joy while krunk dancing naked. Just to nibble her ring finger with a touch of soy sauce.