Naked Picture of Hot (Mannequin) Chick

For some reason, the pictured mannequin showed up in our office today and took up position just outside the room in which our printer sits. So every time I walk back there to grab something off the printer, out of the corner of my eye, I spot the mannequin. And even though I know a naked woman would never (or almost never) be standing around our office, and, furthermore, even though this has happened to me several times today, somewhere back in the ancient lizard part of my brain, each time I see the mannequin, I think: Look! Naked babe!

Bottom line is, she’d better watch out. Because I don’t know how much longer I can restrain myself. (Because, oddly, the missing hand turns out not to be a deal killer.)