I bought a new set, hoping to rekindle what we once had, and that seemed to be enough for a while. But then, you stopped doing that thing you do, and it would take some percussive maintenance (smacking it around for those not familiar with the vernacular) to get you to be ready for some lovin'. Finally, you shook your last shake, and gave up with a sad little puff of acrid smoke. I cried, mourned, and attempted to move on. Sure, there are other toys, even more just like you in your pastel purple glory. But, little wand of joy, you will always be my first G-Spot explorer. You will be missed.
Let us take a moment of silence to mourn the passing of this member of the Ephemily toybox.