C'est la Vie by Jennifer Babcock for December 30, 2011

Get a handful of blowup dolls, put the masks and nametags on them and pile them on the couch. Michael’ll never know the difference, and will happily spend the night chatting with the one marked “Donna”..

Just when I thought he couldn’t get any freakier, he breaks out his gimp mask. Monsieur Smokey should suggest they move to a new building.

Eep!

Too much. This is beyond creepy.

I know one person who might be a match for Michael. She’s a professor interested in medieval torture devices. But she’s already married…. Sorry, Michael.

I used to like Michael!!!

@ejca[ulet: What!?

This reminds me of a novel by Elizabeth Moon called Speed of Dark, about an autistic man whose hobby is fencing and who has an opportunity to be “cured.” It won a nebula award a few years ago. Personally, I didn’t like it, but obviously a lot of people did. (Oh, wait…this isn’t the book report section. Never mind.)

https://market.android.com/details?id=book-MwkjfGaLWu0C&hl=en

I feel a lot better about spending New Years alone now.

his idea of fun is decidedly creepy.

Well, we could always move to a new building.

Thanks M. Smokey, it is as though you read my mind.

Hooo Boy!