I know. I know. It is a foul beast. But I want it so bad. It called to me from the aisle from which it sat at JCPenny's. It is so overpriced. It's like a hollow puppy that Tony wouln't let me have from the adopt-a-dog carnival at the PetCo. I want it. I would snuggle it and pet it and love it and call it Steadman.
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Would it replace Fat Shelby? It wouldn't eat your &^%$# shoes.
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