In the words and little-old-lady inflection of my favorite substitute teacher, Ms. Gitland, "different strokes for different folks, whatever floats your boat." That was the moral of the story she told about how her daughter lives in Bumf***, New Mexico and grows a bunch of weed but doesn't bother anybody so what's the harm. God intermediate Spanish was the shit. Plus when she wasn't looking we moved the clock forward so she'd let us out 15-minutes early. Did I mention at some point she wet her sweatpants? Because you could see it AND smell it. Ol' lady pee. Creepy fetish tie-in? I'm counting it!
Blowup latex alien costumes. They're...creepy. "But GW, you've got no room to talk -- aren't you the one that lusts after dinos?" NO RIGHT NOW I'M LUSTING AFTER YOU SHUTTING YOUR STUPID MOUTH. I do though, you're right. Should my own perversions stop me from judging others? Probably. But do they? Absolutely not. Now I know what you're thinking, "ZOMG -- you should start selling "GW Is Judging You" bracelets! And you know what? That might actually be the smartest thing you've ever said. Just don't let it go to your head, GWIJY.
Best Fetish Ever: Latex Alien Costumes [gearfuse]
Thanks to Kooter Pooter, who, wow -- I've never felt so dirty copy/pasting a name before.