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Discussion in 'Clean Humor' started by Benjamin, Feb 11, 2013.
My sister's Barbies only had to face my GI Joes plans for them...
My Barbies all died when my brothers pulled them apart to see what they were made of. Like Humpty Dumpty, they could never be put back together again.
I didn't have Barbies as a child. I did buy a doll once, but then I let my brothers talk me into having us stone her for her sins, then we buried her in a gravel pit.
Then I snuck and rescued her, gave her a bath, fixed her up, and kept her hidden so they wouldn't know I secretly liked a girly toy. :smilewinkgrin: (I wasn't that girly of a kid, but that doll caught my eye and my gramma had sent me money and it came with a BOX THAT TURNED INTO A CHAIR! What really made me mad was someone threw the box out, when that's the real reason I wanted the doll, the design on the box was very artsy in my young mind)