Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 8:38 pm
Looks like the car might still work, though!
and I think there should be a fire Page 6 of 11
Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 8:39 pm
That's ok...Barbie's dead and I think there should be a fire
and I think there should be a fire Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 8:40 pm
Got Zippo?
Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 8:41 pm
And alcohol
Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 9:04 pm
Then you've got fire!
Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:03 am
Curded cadaver spam pink forms Barbie's brains. Brothless Barbie shit soup toilet bowls and spoons ready to go...yes her knees do bend. 
Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:13 am
The brain of Barbie of form of pink of ในใใ of Curded cadaver. ... It is and are every ใ of Brothless Barbie which can do the thing preparation which goes the soup toilet and the spoon bend her knee
Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:42 am
She must bend her knees to shit in your soup bowl little miss priss wouldn't mess herself just anyone who plays with her. Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:55 am
Siamesische of the paddles raises in million which forms an army counters with chicken that this one put
Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 12:34 am
Like what do you put on your flaming Barbie Q?
Siamesische paddle sauce.
Siamesische paddle sauce.
Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 12:33 pm
An ode to Barbie
So as I her beauty do behold a mavel of mold, a net of gold, eyes of diamonds, rubie lips and pearls of teeth plastic and pure. That's me Barbie a beast so wild like nymphs and fairies upon silver isle and there I'll kiss and wrangle because theres no hole for my dangle 
So as I her beauty do behold a mavel of mold, a net of gold, eyes of diamonds, rubie lips and pearls of teeth plastic and pure. That's me Barbie a beast so wild like nymphs and fairies upon silver isle and there I'll kiss and wrangle because theres no hole for my dangle
Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 1:07 pm
*Snarf, chuckle, snort*
Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 1:54 pm
LOL
Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 10:38 pm
Malignant prosthetic dolls smile with sharp teeth. Braided nylon strands of purposeful style are swept over cast curves...
Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 4:15 pm
AS THE PLASIC TURNS
Barbie meets the Bratz girls
Sasha. Barbie!
Barbie. Sasha. Pleasure to finally meet you my dear and I just love what you did with your hair.
Sasha. Thank you, darling! I just had a manicure and a Brazilian wax for my pole-dancing debut this evening.
Barbie. Now, honey is that your heartfelt spirit talking?
Sasha. No, silly! That's my tight ass jeans ready to explode for Ken!
Barbie. You bitch! Stay away from Ken with your objectified plastic sexuality!
Sasha. Beauty is brought by judgement of the eye and my sweet little tush.
Barbie. Mirror, mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all?
Sasha. You eccentric ego maniac! Of all perfections that Ken might owe it's certainty not you....bitch!
Barbie. Yourself held precious in the worlds greed.
Sasha. Your mindless tongue of corporate greed! I am proud to hear you speak of my worth.
Barbie. WORTH! Worth of poor innocent tender juvenals emulating you.
Sasha. Ahhhh' that's your phantom fear and I will choose free will!
Barbie. My spirit grows heavy in love, Ahhh' Rush!
Nevertheless Sasha! Haste signify so much; while we attend, like humble plastic bitches, for a corporate gourmet meal.
Sasha. Such sort lived-wits do wither as they grow.
Barbie. Is true yet Understand Sasha, a well accomplished youth of all virtue for love for virtue loved.
Sasha. Awe' give me a hug baby
Barbie meets the Bratz girls
Sasha. Barbie!
Barbie. Sasha. Pleasure to finally meet you my dear and I just love what you did with your hair.
Sasha. Thank you, darling! I just had a manicure and a Brazilian wax for my pole-dancing debut this evening.
Barbie. Now, honey is that your heartfelt spirit talking?
Sasha. No, silly! That's my tight ass jeans ready to explode for Ken!
Barbie. You bitch! Stay away from Ken with your objectified plastic sexuality!
Sasha. Beauty is brought by judgement of the eye and my sweet little tush.
Barbie. Mirror, mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all?
Sasha. You eccentric ego maniac! Of all perfections that Ken might owe it's certainty not you....bitch!
Barbie. Yourself held precious in the worlds greed.
Sasha. Your mindless tongue of corporate greed! I am proud to hear you speak of my worth.
Barbie. WORTH! Worth of poor innocent tender juvenals emulating you.
Sasha. Ahhhh' that's your phantom fear and I will choose free will!
Barbie. My spirit grows heavy in love, Ahhh' Rush!
Nevertheless Sasha! Haste signify so much; while we attend, like humble plastic bitches, for a corporate gourmet meal.
Sasha. Such sort lived-wits do wither as they grow.
Barbie. Is true yet Understand Sasha, a well accomplished youth of all virtue for love for virtue loved.
Sasha. Awe' give me a hug baby