If Hell has a basketball team, tell Hitler to make room on the bench for the maker of the Twilight Manllow. She (or possibly he) is probably not a starter, but she’s definitely third string Junior Varsity.  Though, in truth, I’ve got to cut her a lot of  slack since she describes her own product as “105% creepy, 5% lovable.” This whole Twilight thing isn’t her fault. Plus, these things are totally going to make her rich. So hat’s-off, I suppose. Either way, I officially need a lobotomy.

Are we 100% sure the Antichrist isn’t a pillow?