Is that why I feel really sad when I walk by a display or claw machine full of stuffed animals? They always have such sad expressions on their face, and I know it’s meant to manipulate people into buying them, but my 34 year old ass can’t buy them all and bring them home. I hate the way it makes me feel.

I swear, movies like Toy Story are only created to implant the idea that inanimate objects lead rich, inner lives and you need to “rescue” them all by buying them, lest they run afoul of a kid like Sid