And better than 82% of tank players.

And uh... This. >///>

My first ever real toy. I actively hunted down the smallest one, but also got an inflatable cus... Of course I did. Going to be an interesting experience I tell you hwat.

Odds and ends.

My shirt, and all 8 trading cards! I found them all.

A tail I made at the make a tail panel! It's not actually done, there's one final stitch I need to do, just haven't sat down to do it. I just did enough for it to keep together in my luggage. My new hat, and my MFF swag backpack.

Various pins, overalls mommy made me buy (and I love them), some pacifers, my badge, and a mysterious potty chart... I have no idea where it came from.

By the end of a year I'm so hopelessly pent up and diaper brained I can't even think like an adult anymore. Spending hours humping Mr. Bear in fully loaded diapers for any sense of relief, only making my situation worse and worse...

By would I mean "would let her squeeze me in her tail and under her giant erm... Uh... You know... *Whispers* boobies"

It's only permanent until it ends.

I think they need a new diaper. Don't suppose YOU know where they can find one? >:3

So, Bartholomew?