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That bitch better not have any dolls in here. Because if I find one, I'm talking the head and leaving the stalk behind.

I hope they don't get AIDS on my sheets.

I don't wake up at seven, let alone eat. Let alone eat in a doll collector's strange house. My idea of breakfast is two Advil washed down with Coke. Not pancakes made by somebody else's mom.

Now Maybe I'm just ultra judgement, but I really feel that only two groups of people have any business collecting dolls; little girls and grown women who lost all their children in fiery car accident. Other than these two exceptions, doll collecting is just plain creepy.

Shouldn't their mail- truck drivers be home by five in the evening, drunk, depressed and homicidal, like ours?