She either reminds me of my red-headed cousin that I wanted to bang in my teens or that Raggedy Ann doll of my sisters that I made sweet love to every night when I was 14. I can't figure it out. Is there a psychiatrist in the house?

Also, more Rose. I must break my Cracky infatuation though I've done a good job of it until I got laid off.

Caption: inache

It's like the fucking thing reads my mind.