People Who Need Peecol

Somewhere between gnawing on my sister's Bonne Bell Lip Smackers, and stealing her Easy-Bake oven I've developed an acute fondness for little plush toys. Woolyhoodwinks, Ugly Dolls and Chicago's very own Scrappynation line of anatomically deformed hand-made critters make me squeal like the little girl I never was.

This morning was no different when I happened upon the peecol, who look like a combination of the Village People meet Pedro Almovodar via a mutant Legoland figurine. Question is, which one would I be and which one would you be?