My friends are a bad influence on my doll

Yesterday, I shared with you the heartwarming tale of my doll, Samantha. Well, my friends on the trip weren’t as enthusiastic about her. Words like “creepy” and “haunted” and “possessed” were flung around, rather casually, in my opinion. Last night, after my deeply moving blog post about Samantha, those bitches I went on the trip with sent me this:

Yup. Wednesday bloggers Leigh Jones, Kris Norris, Bronwyn Green, Jessica Jarman, and Kellie St. James were aaaaaaaall in on this, as was reader Anne Reeths. Any time I left the cabin– or let Samantha out of my sight– they were secretly introducing her to a seedy underworld of sex, drugs, and violence.

There’s nothing that makes one feel loved like a well-executed, labor intensive, highly detailed prank, and this one was no exception. The fact that they took the time to do this makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So thank you, guys, from the bottom of my warped little heart.

Unfortunately, it makes the prank Norris, Jarman and  I pulled on Bronwyn Green this time around look pretty tame by comparison. I’ll share that one this week, as well.