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I blew way too much money on a stuffed dog at a hotel general store for my wife. We were driving a Uhaul during a snowstorm to move in together. The roads became very slippery so we decided to sleep through the storm. It was our first hotel stay together and money was very tight, but it was a romantic gesture. She cherished it until our son claimed it as his own personal "security blanket."
What the fuck kind of hotels have a taxidermist on staff and sells stuffed dogs. That’s like seriously fucked up.
Perhaps I should have said "plush dog."
lol I’m an idiot. I just finished a rewatch of Mr. Robot in which a taxidermist that stuffs formerly living animals plays a prominent role. That show kinda fucks with my head and messed up my perception of reality for a while.
No worries. Misunderstandings happen. 😀
lol I’m an idiot. I just finished a rewatch of Mr. Robot in which a taxidermist that stuffs formerly living animals plays a prominent role. That show kinda fucks with my head and messed up my perception of reality for a while.