While visiting my family in NY last weekend, I came across some of my old toys. This might give you some insight into why I am such a warped adult.

This is happy baby doll.

Oh no! What's happening here?

Baby doll is crying now. We must remedy this situation.

Twist that head! Must make the crying stop!

Baby doll is at peace.

Perhaps the next post will feature Suckerman (a rubber action figure covered in suction cups to be hurled at the wall and admired for its adhesive strength - it smashed out the sliding glass patio doors about one hour after coming into my possession) versus the one eyed, one horn, flying purple people eater puppet.