Once upon a time (but not too long ago), at an outdoor flea-market in the land of, oh, crap I fergets where... we meandered amongst the tables gathering the roadside dust, avoiding the hungry looks of undersexed old foolios--taking especial care to express non-committal to the retardedly overpricedness of flat-out shit...
we came to a table.
With a Speshal Doll.
One that, in all honesty, haunts me to this day. I'm sure when I'm done here, that thing will haunt me in my dreams.
Or wake me up tomorrow, promising "A thinner, better YOU! C'Mon! Kick up those legs!"
... And afterward, the Debbie-Webbie will force me to drink a questionable mixture of prune juice and blood from one of my neighbors.
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I'm TELLIN' you: title has to be the Scary Richard Simmons Doll Extraordinaire!! I mean, why the HELL would I hold such an evil, evil thang?
Put the picture of R.S. looking like Liberace, and fer crissakes, put some sort of thing about how the doll looks like it merrily committed homicide.
Because you know it does.
P.S. I look fugly. Do what I say.
Your wish is my command, Master!
p.s. Looks like she just strangled a blueblood. It's MOIDAH, I tells ya...MOIDAH!!
Hey-- Since you axed it of me, here's telltale:
Once upon a time (but not too long ago), at an outdoor flea-market in the land of, oh, crap I fergets where... we meandered amongst the tables gathering the roadside dust, avoiding the hungry looks of undersexed old foolios--taking especial care to express non-committal to the retardedly overpricedness of flat-out shit...
we came to a table.
With a Speshal Doll.
One that, in all honesty, haunts me to this day. I'm sure when I'm done here, that thing will haunt me in my dreams.
Or wake me up tomorrow, promising "A thinner, better YOU! C'Mon! Kick up those legs!"
... And afterward, the Debbie-Webbie will force me to drink a questionable mixture of prune juice and blood from one of my neighbors.
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