Nyonkers for Nyanko

I spent nearly an hour scouring the net for Nyan Nyan Nyanko Plush keychains. Nearly an hour! For just a toy. I've really got it bad. This is terminal, methinks. I am doomed to be this plush crazy for life.


Not that I'm complaining. In fact I enjoy being this toy-crazy. Most of my friends can and will attest to that. Actually they'd be more than happy to have me locked up in some cushy place filled to the brim with toys. That would be heaven for me. Seriously.

Given the choice between sex with Captain Jack Sparrow or a cute plush... guess which one I'd pick?