Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 9:47 pm
Schu said they were yours. 
Maybe she puts bobbling barbies in her bong but not me! 
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 9:54 pm
Maybe she puts bobbling barbies in her bong but not me! Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 9:59 pm
That hurt to read.
Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:03 pm
barbie head floating inside a hookah LMAO! Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:16 pm
Ditto..........................floatin on a pile o shrooms!!!Xanadu wrote:
Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 4:06 pm
Ewwww all that nasty Barbie hair clogging it up 
Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 10:21 am
Imagine a pink Barbie bubbler 
Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 10:37 am
I think it's time to bring back Xanny's scintilating Barbie while enjoying some cotton candy.... ahhhhh' ever so stickyMe wrote:Perservitives of plastic people's additives of dumpster minds using the candy of Barbie lessons in stealing innocence. Tacky thoughts of carnal excuses lurking on magazine racks full of satirical revelations of swampy inferiority, a rush of terrifying childhood nightmares...
Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 12:01 pm
The toys and dolls a child is heir to
Are enough to leave a thousand cuts
We build our legos, and play with Barbie
Not leaving the darker places unexplored
Sometimes the mistress is too strong
Or the child is too weak
Who should have been our playmate
Becomes a evil angry bitch
Our better natures seek recreation
A refuge for the coming fright
No one puts her away without a fight
We hug teddys as a consolation
A way to take us away from her scorn
Consolation or medication
A comfort, or a promised reward
Sometimes the plastic is too strong
Or the flesh is too weak
Sometimes the need is just too great
For the power she seeks
The smile on her plastic face
Becomes a keen and nasty snarl
A refuge for the coming night
A future of eternal light
No one gets to her palace without a fight
Confused alarms of struggle and flight
Pink is drained of color
By the flashes of packaging
No one gets to her palace without a fight
The battle flags are flown
At the feet of a god unknown
No one gets to her palace without a fight
Sometimes the damage is too great
Or the child is too weak
What should have been our playtime
Becomes a dark and bloody game
Are enough to leave a thousand cuts
We build our legos, and play with Barbie
Not leaving the darker places unexplored
Sometimes the mistress is too strong
Or the child is too weak
Who should have been our playmate
Becomes a evil angry bitch
Our better natures seek recreation
A refuge for the coming fright
No one puts her away without a fight
We hug teddys as a consolation
A way to take us away from her scorn
Consolation or medication
A comfort, or a promised reward
Sometimes the plastic is too strong
Or the flesh is too weak
Sometimes the need is just too great
For the power she seeks
The smile on her plastic face
Becomes a keen and nasty snarl
A refuge for the coming night
A future of eternal light
No one gets to her palace without a fight
Confused alarms of struggle and flight
Pink is drained of color
By the flashes of packaging
No one gets to her palace without a fight
The battle flags are flown
At the feet of a god unknown
No one gets to her palace without a fight
Sometimes the damage is too great
Or the child is too weak
What should have been our playtime
Becomes a dark and bloody game
Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 1:21 pm
Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 2:05 pm
Kind of like the gentlemen's club here called the De Ja Vu, they have 100 beautiful women, and 3 ugly ones.
Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 4:14 pm
Xanadu wrote:The toys and dolls a child is heir to
Are enough to leave a thousand cuts
We build our legos, and play with Barbie
Not leaving the darker places unexplored
Sometimes the mistress is too strong
Or the child is too weak
Who should have been our playmate
Becomes a evil angry bitch
Our better natures seek recreation
A refuge for the coming fright
No one puts her away without a fight
We hug teddys as a consolation
A way to take us away from her scorn
Consolation or medication
A comfort, or a promised reward
Sometimes the plastic is too strong
Or the flesh is too weak
Sometimes the need is just too great
For the power she seeks
The smile on her plastic face
Becomes a keen and nasty snarl
A refuge for the coming night
A future of eternal light
No one gets to her palace without a fight
Confused alarms of struggle and flight
Pink is drained of color
By the flashes of packaging
No one gets to her palace without a fight
The battle flags are flown
At the feet of a god unknown
No one gets to her palace without a fight
Sometimes the damage is too great
Or the child is too weak
What should have been our playtime
Becomes a dark and bloody game
Barbie is rocking the house down Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 6:36 pm
In all the house no human sound
only plastic was to be found
with dragons all around
A joy apart from thee
to be free as pure plastic
Barbie and Me
Along came a lovely pussy
what a beautiful purring pussy it was
we are fellow plastic,
Barbie, Pussy and Me
I would that you be,
just another Pussy to Me.
I think I am losing it
only plastic was to be found
with dragons all around
A joy apart from thee
to be free as pure plastic
Barbie and Me
Along came a lovely pussy
what a beautiful purring pussy it was
we are fellow plastic,
Barbie, Pussy and Me
I would that you be,
just another Pussy to Me.
I think I am losing it
Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 8:44 pm
ROTFL! 
Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 9:18 pm
Xanadu wrote:ROTFL!
Agree'd...........ROTFLMAO!!!
