And... I'm going to have to let these ladies describe it, because I couldn't possibly do a better job.
Please note, this is not a joke.
Wednesday, December 12, 2018
2018 Holiday gift guide
And... I'm going to have to let these ladies describe it, because I couldn't possibly do a better job.
Please note, this is not a joke.
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I want one.
I'll pass on the poop ~
I think we need the vomiting emoji for this one
Why buy this game, when you can easily play it in real lief?
Bought one. I have teenage boys that will howl over this one.
This is what I call a shit present
Well, it seems more realistic than pink plastic Barbie I used to own in my youth. Probably just as easy to play with as my old Barbie dolls.
Actually, it was Midge. Let's see. Scooter, Barbie, Midge, and ???
I was thinking about barbies the the other day. It was 1968. Maybe, 1967. We four tomgirls actually owned barbies. My sisters used to design clothes for them and practiced sewing tiny articles of clothing on the Singer or White or Green whatever brand of sewing machine we owned at the time. I don't know how we could actually 'play' with them as their brightly colored props were definitely foreign to us. (Now, two of us are religious Sisters and one of us, a biologist in her day job, and mountaineer perished in a mountain-climbing accident. Go figure.) It was a constant battle to keep the barbies out of the reach of younger siblings that simply bit off the toes of these dolls, which was quite a feat, as I recall the hard plastic they were constructed. (The little ones were teething, I suppose, and other items probably were not as fascinating. Whatever. I don't recall barbie boots that could cover this fashion faux pax. Feetless barbies. Thalidomide and phocomelia were the impetus for landmark legislation years ago. Nowadays, we could almost deal with it, with social acceptance of disabilities seen and unseen, and acknowledged. This is a good thing. Despite some backward practices in our society at this time, I think we're generally moving our ponderosity forward. We have to.)
The local skating arena had turned into a giant flea market during the summer months for some reason. My folks gave us all a $1.00 to purchase something there. (I cannot think of any reason why we would be going to a flea market as a family activity unless it had something to do with supporting a charity. Maybe, our parents were on the lookout for a new guitar case, or ? who knows? The next year I bought my first bicycle at that flea market with money saved from a paper routed. The folks have gone ahead us and didn't leave explanations for some of this. The more I think about our unconventional lifestyle fifty-sixty years ago, I wonder how to compare it with what's going on, nowadays.) Anyway, that particular rainy day, we left the Sports Arena with half a dozen barbie dolls, with intact bodies, i.e. they had feet, though the heads (interchangeable with our dolls) had hair colors of the brightest hues. Bright maroon is the color I specifically recall holding in my hand, to swap out for my Midge head. I wonder if the young woman serving lattes the other would realize her hair color is the same as that barbie doll fifty years ago?
I hadn't thought about that for years. Yes, I am coming down with a head cold and feel miserable, grouchy and constipated. Just in time for snowy weather and the holidays. Grr.
I never had a Barbie, nor did I buy any for my daughter. But people gave them to her & she promptly took the heads off. I think that should have tipped me off that she would be Wednesday for Halloween one year - and she was spot on.
I think she would have had a blast with this sort of thing. Some kids just aren't made for conventional toys. :D
Nope.
To make it even sadder, that is not a toilet plunger.
The "Pimple Pete" game is similarly awful....
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