Seriously, it makes me want to crawl into bed, pull the covers over my head, and sob my eyes out.
I've got a fair appreciation for dark and twisted humor.
I've seen unspeakably vile things on the internet and survived relatively unscathed.
I don't even like the Pillsbury Doughboy--I've always found him creepy and ghostlike.
But I think it's his expression of distress that I find so horrible.
I might also have some deep-seated issues about the abuse of anthropomorphized inanimate objects and/or corporate mascots--I've got hints of something involving Mr. Peanut lurking at the dark fringes of my memory.
And now I need to go fantasize about going dumpster-diving with Justin Theroux until I'm in my happy place again.