My Friend Cecil

MySpace has pretty much devolved into a porn site. If you don't have your profile set to private or a filter on your friend requests, every login is now accompanied by at least five requests from scantily clad women posing in ways that are completely impractical to their location. For real, why are you wearing a bikini in the kitchen, Maggie? Why are your legs wrapped around that teddy bear, Tasha?

But on June 4th at 12:17 PM, this appeared.


Yep.


Now, believe it or not, I would not put it past my friends to make a MySpace profile for a ventriloquist dummy. If I got one from Dot Miller, my dummy friend who gets laughs out of her mother's cruelty, I'd accept. So, to find out more about Cecil, I clicked on his profile.



A dummy who needs privacy. And wants to be my friend. Whose headline is "Oh licorice sticks."
This has been in my friend request box since June 4th, outlasting the dozens of MySluts that have tried to mess with me.

An enigma. Cecil.