How Many Barbies is Enough Barbies?
~ To form a kick line?
~ To constitute a quorum?
~ To populate a viable sweat shop?
~ To unionize?
~ To be just one too many stinkin’ Barbies?
In college, with the help of the drunken tarts I called friends, I created a prototype for Party Barbie®. She had one broken high heel, chipped nail polish, bruises, Walk of Shame hair, torn clothing, a cigarette glued to her hand (or was it a fatty?), a black eye ~ you get the picture. Mattel wasn’t interested. Bunch of stiffs.
Posted on September 6, 2012, in humor, nostalgia, rural, Uncategorized and tagged Barbie, too many Barbies. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Actual your friends from college prefer the term Pie-eyed, Active-Americans to Drunken Sluts.
One, I believe it was “pig-eyed” and 2 I’m changing it to “tarts” when I figger out this bloody iPhone appLICATION…but I appreciate both your input + use of “American”, truly. Xxx Aunt Willis