Oh goody. Sometimes I love myself... well... just my mind. Sometime I feel like I could strangle myself.
Haha, yes that sounded incredibly dirty. But I think BLackie's idea rocks the most. Kung-fu grip George would be awesome!
barbie was a whore. Well, in my world she was. When I was five/six years old, my little neighbor would bring over her dolls, and we'd play for hours. She'd say, "This is homemaker Barbie, and vetranarian Barbie, and Princess Barbie." And I'd say, "This is Stripper Barbie, this is rock-star Barbie, and this is bartender Barbie". Somebody should've been worried. Actually, I remeber I thought it was foolish to name all of them Barbie. I don't remember their names, though, but each had a pretty one. The only one I can recall is Ana (said not like 'anne-a' but 'aw-na'). She was my favorite. Either she was a prostetute or best friends with one. No, no, she was friends with the rock stars, her sister was a prostetute, and she had the coolest job, she was the bartender. That's how it was. And Ken was always a male groupie. I don't think he ever worked in my play-world, I think he mooched off Barbie. Thanks for bringing up the memories George. I'd forgotten all this, it's quite amusing to me. Especailly when I think of my earlier stories/books/writings... it's almost the same thing. I created these little worlds and characters in them, only with a pen and paper instead of dolls. But now that I think back, the plot must've been similar a few of those barbie-day playtimes. Anyways, sorry for clogging up your fan club... back to how much we all want to smooch George.
That was an awesome story... hahahha... I used to do the same thing (yeah... I played with my friend's sister's barbies and did that).
Yeah... I'm not ashamed of it... every piece of my childhood made me what I am today... and I sure do hope that playing with barbies was part of it.