Another day, another studio

I thought I'd kick things off with something simple, stylish, to the point. I really don't understand people who have a problem with nudity. I mean, look at me here, I've obviously nailed it. My face, the collar, the mignon holding me; it's working. Fucking fierce. 

Oh. my. god. I nearly died when I saw this. Cavalli, studded, gold, I think there's even a bit of leopard in there. I mean, look at me. Pimping. 

Big. Pimping. 

Yeah ha ha I'm really small. And I have a pee pad. Whatever. I'd like to see you pissing on target when your bladder's the size of a postage stamp and your constantly tricked to drink water. I thought it was magic Jil Sander bag that kept giving.

It's not. 

So there I was pretty pleased with my first proper chew toy (I don't even want to mention the crap I've been having to chew till now) Don't get me wrong, the irony is not lost on me, I know it's not real Vuitton (nice try with the missing 't' asshole) but at least it's easily mistakeable- from a distance.

When this happened...

He kept going on about how he's from Paul Smith and big time in bunnyland and he'll show me a good time, and I almost bought it (and was willing to forgive the off green colour) when he stole my damn toy! I should have known something was wrong when I saw the mid life crisis woven Richard Hammond necklace..next time..