I remember when my butt ran away. I was seven, and I had gotten it for Christmas. It was so cute, and I would spend all my time hugging it and dressing it up and putting it in a baby stroller. Sadly, I left the cage open one day and it ran away. Later I found out it got hit by a truck. I was so sad, until my mom bought me an inner thigh. I named it pookie.
mia_d on the heartbreak of the posterior region.