I needed to make room for my record player and so I had to move one of my mannequins (you know how that goes) from my room and my knee-jerk reaction was to move it into my newly cleaned dining room. Obviously. My roommate came up with the idea of dressing him, I found a fake mustache in my fake mustache box, threw a hat on him and so ended my social life. None of my friends seem to mind but I can't imagine I could bring a guy home to this. On the bright side it might be a litmus test for the now armless, gasmask clad mannequin in my bedroom. I'm really not that strange, I just find a lot of things funny is all. Believe me? No? Fair enough.
Gay cowboy mannequin:
Hipster mannequin:
He makes a good dinner guest, too.
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