I love to read when others have those "what the fuck" moments when it comes to adult toy collecting. It makes me feel less isolated in the collective 12 Step group we all are a part of.
I think "hyperarticulated reconfigurable paperweights" just may be my new favorite phrase too. And it'd make a kiss ass band name, no?
That said, I think it may just be the true medical name for plastic crack addiction - Articulated Reconfigurable Paperweightophilia.
In other news in my real world, I ripped the front facade of the garage off!
[Oh. And I'll get some Whogoodness out to you shortly Hoop. I've just been a bit busy.]