Hoarders is my guiltiest pleasure

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Oh man, I had some Hoarders hoarded in my DVR and last night Fellykish and I watched The One With Sir Patrick. If you’ve seen this episode you’re probably already saying, “OH MY GOSH! SIR PATRICK!” If you haven’t seen it, I don’t know what to tell you. Find it. Come over here and we’ll watch it again.

It was fascinating because his hoarding was actual stuff, not just trash and rotten food and dead cats. His house was completely full of chotchkies and porcelain dolls and rope lights. He called it Camelot, and he wanted to be Peter Pan.

The poor man was bonkers. Bless his heart. But his car.

HIS CAR.

His car was also full of decorations (inside and out) and in the passenger seat? A life-size, Victorian-style, porcelain doll.

I paused the show, “Kelly,” I said.

“What?”

“That car.”

“The doll?”

“The EVERYTHING.”

“Yeah.”

“oh my gosh. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU SAW THAT CAR IN A PARKING LOT?”

“First, I’d probably take a picture of it, then I’d call or text you to GET DOWN HERE RIGHT AWAY BECAUSE SIR PATRICK’S CAR IS RIGHT HERE NOW.”

“Kelly, that? Is why you are my best friend.”

“I know.”

ps. any grown man that has that many dolls is probably a pedo. and the fact that he said that he has all those dolls because they remind him of a neighbor girl? not good.

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