I can totally relate to hating being alone. I get missing the comfort of a lover’s touch.

But I do not at all get this:

Is it just me, or is this a Frankenstein-meets-Muppets mashup that’s gone horribly wrong? “Horribly wrong” as in, “Where are the man-bits, dammit?”

But if you’re into that kind of thing, you can buy one of these things here.