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I've looked high and low for the perfect bedroom lamp, and the answer to my quest arrived today in the Touch of Class catalog. (Why am I on this mailing list? Why?)

How is it that someone actually decided to manufacture and market this . . . this . . . thing? Is there really enough of a demand out there for creepy doll lamps to justify it?
Seriously . . . some people just need to be saved from their own bad taste.
Posted 30 April 2005 at 05:41 PM