Musings of a Drunken Monk

And without further ado ... the lap pillow. I told you about it once, and here it is in all its glory. Note the beatific smile of joy on my face. I must say, this pillow was nothing like a real lap. Maybe that was because it had so many heads on it that the foam was cracking. Eww. Mom-pillow, you need some moisturizer!

Not pictured are the fluffy-bosom pillow and the boyfriend-arm pillow that follow the same idea that people are weird and will actually buy crap like this.