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FauxReal T-shirt winner!

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You guys are awesome. I asked you to tell me where you would wear this hands-over-boobs t-shirt. My favorite answer wins the tee. There were so many favorites. HERE ARE THE HONORABLE MENTIONS:

In the bedroom while having sex just to really fuck with my partner’s head. — Chris O

I would use this T shirt during a long wait in a queue to buy the new iphone 5 this way I would be killing time looking at those who are looking at me, and making friends :) — Annie Avilés

I’d wear it in line to vote. People at the polling place need to lighten up. — Mandy

To my own funeral. :-( — flumpy doobis

I would flash dance in a bank to “I Like To Move it Move it.”, then proceed to the bank teller and request all they moneyyyyyy! ;) – Elizabeth Nicole

When I *casually* bump into the 10th Doctor, ask him for a photo and politely ask him to stand behind me acting as if he’s grabbing my boobs ;) — Lee Lian

 

But THE WINNER of my very first t-shirt giveaway with FauxReal is…

I’m flying to California in a couple of months. I’m not the best flyer — I used to be fine but now I get anxiety attacks especially with the full-body scanners. I cannot handle those. I refuse to through them though the alternative is not really better: they get a female TSA agent to do a full body pat down. So, please, imagine me, standing there with my arms out, wearing this shirt, as a pair of gloved TSA hands touches me along the bra line…… — Stephanie

Congratulations, Stephanie. You win, because fuck the TSA. Email me with your info to claim your prize!

 

Thanks to everyone who participated and keep checking in for more giveaways!! I have another one coming up soon.

xxo.

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Goodbye My Love.

My best friend in the world, Sony (pictured above), died unexpectedly this morning. (You may remember him from such films as “How To Get Over A Break-Up”). He was completely wonderful. He followed me everywhere, and if I forgot to leave my bedroom door open for him he would cry until I opened it. We had our own language. I swear to God he was sarcastic. He slept with me every night. When I took him to the vet I would carry him and he would sit quietly and patiently on my lap in the waiting room. People would marvel at him and say, “Your cat is so calm!” and I would pat him on the head and feel like a proud parent. I had many nicknames for him. I would coo over him and scratch his back and say things like, “Sooooooony, I think you’re exceeeeeeeeptional!” and “Soooooooony, I’m going to nominate you for a Golden Globe Awaaaaaard!” I loved him and he loved me and I will miss him every day.

Has a death of a pet affected you? How did you get over it?

Conversation Piece — David Bowie

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