We are concerned about those of you who haven't had a real date with a real woman since the last ice age and who have been looking at this fine piece of artificial mutton above and thinking that the Love Ewe is the answer to your sick, twisted little fantasies. We suggest that rather than making us an intimate part of your bizarre life, that you should perhaps tear yourself away from your computer for longer than it takes to open a bag of cheez-os. Go for a walk in a park, play kick-ball, watch a sunset, feel some sand between your toes, then come back and order one of these for a friend.
