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Charlie Goes to Hell

If you've been reading this weblog for any length of time you probably already know that I've got an unhealthy fascination for creepy ventriloquist dummies. But by far, the creepiest and most disturbing of the lot is Charlie, whose latest adventure awaits your horrified perusal. Quite probably unsafe for work, although this episode thankfully features less puppet sodomy than earlier installments.

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Hey, would you like a Dubya ventriloquist dummy?

Only if I can operate it remotely via the Cheney marionette.