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Even in Canada I have simple little blonde moments. I was staying with my friend in his fab Toronoto loft and saw this sculpture on his fireplace. I thought it was a brilliant art piece. Of course I wanted to go up and touch it. Why I want to touch art, I have no idea but it drives the pinkertons in museums crazy.
Anyhoo,
I touched it
I screamed
It was rubbery and for a blonde moment
I thought it was real
live
but dead
or stuffed
or something.
It was a child's rubber play toy!
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