Two bucks apiece?! I’m sitting on a goldmine here!
Everything has value. Even Barbie.
I wonder what I could get for the headless ones…
Well, price goes up with rarity. So, 50 cents. Headless Barbies can be found in the bottom of every girl’s hope chest.
Decisions, decisions.
Hmmm. Yeah. Headless, or not.
Bargain day at the Barbie brothel.
Ha!
Words fail me. I’m sure there is something humorous that can be said. I just don’t know what it is. I will say this: When I was a wee child, grandma gave me a potty doll and my sister a Tonka truck. So I know all about those things.
Your Grandma knew you were a pooper from day one.
I found a great barbie picture long ago and used it in a post or two. I have it pinned on pinterest now. I think this link will take you there. http://pinterest.com/pin/255368241340594939/
Oh a few of those in you picture look fake. Nothing worst than a bad boob job on doll.
Yes it took me there and I’m glad it did. Where are the marshmallows?
The only thing worse than a bad boob job on a doll is a bad penile implant on a guy. Living or only lifelike.
Wow. That’s so bad it’s…well. Still pretty bad. Thanks for sending it along. It made me laugh and then I remembered I used to have a dress like that. *sigh*
Ken needs some serious therapy.
Well then thank goodness there is Analyst Barbie. She can’t make up her mind if she’s Jungian or Freudian but as she would say…what’s the diff?
At least they all look relatively content there, in the attic.
It’s like a nudest colony for aging Barbies. My question is: how come you never see a box of naked Kens for sale? Where are they all? Are they all locked away in someone’s basement?
Or have they all gone into politics?
New marriage rules, you can only have one.
So, Ken’s a fundamental Mormon? The way he’s got them all locked up in the attic, barefoot and naked, I can see that.
Ken needs an intervention.
And to cut back on the Viagra.
Two bucks apiece?! I’m sitting on a goldmine here!
Everything has value. Even Barbie.
I wonder what I could get for the headless ones…
Well, price goes up with rarity. So, 50 cents. Headless Barbies can be found in the bottom of every girl’s hope chest.
Decisions, decisions.
Hmmm. Yeah. Headless, or not.
Bargain day at the Barbie brothel.
Ha!
Words fail me. I’m sure there is something humorous that can be said. I just don’t know what it is. I will say this: When I was a wee child, grandma gave me a potty doll and my sister a Tonka truck. So I know all about those things.
Your Grandma knew you were a pooper from day one.
I found a great barbie picture long ago and used it in a post or two. I have it pinned on pinterest now. I think this link will take you there.
http://pinterest.com/pin/255368241340594939/
Oh a few of those in you picture look fake. Nothing worst than a bad boob job on doll.
Yes it took me there and I’m glad it did. Where are the marshmallows?
The only thing worse than a bad boob job on a doll is a bad penile implant on a guy. Living or only lifelike.
More to party – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68qVIB-x4p8
Wow. That’s so bad it’s…well. Still pretty bad. Thanks for sending it along. It made me laugh and then I remembered I used to have a dress like that. *sigh*
Ken needs some serious therapy.
Well then thank goodness there is Analyst Barbie. She can’t make up her mind if she’s Jungian or Freudian but as she would say…what’s the diff?
At least they all look relatively content there, in the attic.
It’s like a nudest colony for aging Barbies. My question is: how come you never see a box of naked Kens for sale? Where are they all? Are they all locked away in someone’s basement?
Or have they all gone into politics?
New marriage rules, you can only have one.
So, Ken’s a fundamental Mormon? The way he’s got them all locked up in the attic, barefoot and naked, I can see that.
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