someday, if i'm ever kinda bored:
push car into gas station, up to the pumps. get out. wash entire car with that squeegee thing. thoroughly. get in car, start car, drive off.
i had visions i was in them: June 2003 Archives
my barbies were always such tramps. if they wore anything at all, their outfits would resemble your standard central casting hooker ensemble, circa 1970, however they generally didn't bother with clothes, spent most of the time naked & drunk in the dreamhouse. middle class suburban preteens staging play orgies, perfectly normal around my neighborhood, nothing unusual atall.
[wavy line scene switch; we are now in the very near future]
but have you ever asked yourself, what if barbies built battlebots? and did you answer yourself with something along the lines of, 'glittery little blatantly phallic dealymathingys'?
well, here you go:
favoritism
