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31Mar/08Off

My Sister’s Barbies. Revenge.

I woke up yesterday morning not able to turn my head to the right. I blame sleeping with a cat who I dote so much upon that I feel bad if I disturb their sleep. I estimate spent 90% of the night in the same position.

All day I walked around like a whiplash victim, unable to look at shop windows. I felt cheated. However, my ability to dance the Robot was greatly improved.

I'm feeling a bit better today, thanks. Heating pads, a hot bath (NSFW - semi nude fat hairy guy in a tub) and a steady diet of aspirins have got me twisting a bit more today.

The title refers to my ability to yank the heads off my sister's dolls with panache and elan, while shifting the blame over onto my older brothers

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  1. Nice pussy there Mr. D.R.

    I also had a collection of my sister’s Barbie Doll parts under my bed. Thankfully it was not discovered until after had I moved out.

  2. One day, ask my Sis about her Barbies… If I didn’t chop their hair off, I would tie them behind my bicycle and go for rides… Napoleon Dynamite has nothing on me.

  3. My G.I. Joes would kidnap my sister’s Barbies and hold them for ransom. The dream house makes a kickass Joe Fort.

  4. George Hamilton! Yer darned right not to disturb that sweet feller’s sleep. Such a cutie-patootie.

    (guy in tub’s no schmo, either)


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