I've finally decided to accept my furry namesake, in a detached sor of way. Admittedly there's a lot of funny ALF stuff out there. This Kinder-Puff was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. Quite simply, if he can stand pleased as punch with that thing emblazoned on his bitty man boobs, then I think I can handle it. I like to imagine he's decked out and has a lunchbox to match. This Lardy Lad is putting on the ritz, and I have to grin and say "Uncle".
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