Wolvy...
The ever so soft, comfy, and treasured pillow in the shape of Wolverine's head that Lisa gave me in Canada when I turned like 17 or so... is no more.
Gentle cycle wasn't gentle enough, he tore by his mouth... it looked like he threw up his insides. I am not happy, in fact me and happy are officially broken up. I loved that fucking thing.
I've got him in two bags next to the laundry basket, and I don't know what to do. Material's too thin and polyester-ish too sew back, plus his eyes kind of got eaten away... searches on Froogle and eBay have turned up zip.
Does anything last...?
HANDWASH. Lord. Between you and Das...
AWWWWWWWW
*sheds a tear*
take a picture and throw it out. you don't want roaches or rats to make nests.