If you could be an inanimate object, what would you be and why?

I want to be a machine

I wouldn't like to be an inanimate object.

an airplane.

Play-doh...all that massaging all over my body...oh baby.

A motorcycle or a plane owned by someone who enjoyed it...

A stone circle or a dolmen or maybe a church. Be outside all the time, have people come to worship and have big ritual orgies, could be lots of fun.

I think I would like to be a PT Cruiser or a Dodge Viper.

A tree, with a musical instrument a close second.

Be careful with those pianos and flutes...they get fingered and blown.

Either a willow or a redwood.

Uh, I think that was the point!

A survey!

a spoon

So for all you electronic device people...whatcha want to be, a dildo??

A diamond or a unique and marvelous art object would be cool - I'd be appreciated and treasured.

You already are...

#2: Anything that makes loud clanking noises.

There is no spoon.

A pillow.

I'd like to be mandy's stuffed toy monkey.

You are my toy monkey!!!!
And getting stuffed is as easy as asking!

A tree. That'd be pretty relaxing, I figure.

Relaxing?! No way!! All that photosynthesizing to do, the carbon dioxide to filter out, keeping your capillaries in shape to get water up to your leaves. And never mind all those hormones constantly making you woody...

LOL

A musical instrument owned by a brilliant musician. I'd hate to be an instrument owned by someone who was hopeless!

OK, that tears it. You people are all strange.

Yeah, but you'd always have a stiff one in the morning

..wait, I have that now!

Oh, like there was any doubt of that in your mind? And anyway, you're one of us!

Me? One of you? Ha. I can quit any time I want to. Just see my response to the SC addiction survey if you have any doubt whatsoever about my ability to walk away from here at a moment's notice. I answer surveys all day instead of doing work or eating or sleeping because I like it that way. So there.

Uh huh. You know, denial's not just a river in Egypt.

Right: it's also a national park in Alaska, where Mt. McKinley is.

I don't know if this qualifies, but I'd be a car. Specifically, a sports car. Even more so, a hot-rodded Camaro.

A toilet - my imaginary friend as a child was a toilet. I called him "Toiletty" but our bathroom got refitted and "Toiletty 2" wasn't nearly as nice. It's pretty sad that this is utterly true - so sad I'm not putting my name to it!

why would I want to be an inanimate object?

Carlos Santana's guitar