There's straw for the donkeys and the innocents can all sleep safely
I had been looking for a certain doll for a while now, and it's been sold out everywhere because it came out a few years ago and was a poor seller. So it's not like there's none around, it's just sitting in backrooms gathering dust. I finally found a seller on eBay who had sold a couple and I contacted him to see if he had any others. We wrote back and forth a bit and I told him I would probably buy more than one (hint, hint) and if he had any more up for sale (hint, hint), to let me know (hint, HINT, geez). He finally got it and replied, hey yeah, he has more, he has a crapload more and did I want a case? One doll was $15 but a case of 8 was $45. Well, I can't argue with the numbers.
I've only opened one so far and dressed her up in a pretty dress and took her to the BBQ on Saturday, which wasn't as frightening as I thought it would be since drama stayed home for a variety of very detailed, somewhat conflicting, reasons. In attendance were Hilary; Ron; the baby; Melissa; Paul; Katie; Hilary's brother who was super nice and whose name I've forgotten; Hilary's brother's daughter, daughter's cousin and his own fiancée; Paula; Marshal; and a bunch of Hilary's work and baby friends. So in reality, I barely knew anyone there. Everyone had brought plenty of food and drinks and even a pie for dessert. So much food, in fact, that I took the food I'd brought home since we didn't even get to it. I didn't get myself home until almost 11 and I'd arrived around 6 and I don't think I made an ass of myself which was the most I could hope for, so there.
On Sunday I went to my father's house, both to unload all the unused food from the BBQ because I would never get though all that without it spoiling and also to steal my sister's repro Malibu Barbie. I hate the repro's face and I didn't want to have to buy one and I knew my sister had one so my plan was to RFB her NRFB doll and replace it once I was done. However, the damn thing has modern packaging and her hair was sewn to the box in two places. I could still replace it but it would take me longer than I'd anticipated and I had no idea how soon she'd notice it was missing and, of course, I realized RFB'ing someone's NRFB, even a relation's, was a rotten thing to do. I opted to leave it alone.
However, that left me with no doll and it was the middle of the night. What to do? What to do? Hey ho 24 hour Wal-Mart! They had only one in stock and I bought her grudgingly. I am telling myself it was for the packaging and the clothes. As soon as I find my actual Malibu Barbie, this bitch's ass is being sold at a swap meet in Tijuana.
Ewww.
This is actually my sister's doll. I tried taking pictures at various angles to see if there was 1) any resemblance to the original (no.) and 2) to see if she could look cute at all (also no.). The resemblance to Tori Spelling is way too strong.
I've only opened one so far and dressed her up in a pretty dress and took her to the BBQ on Saturday, which wasn't as frightening as I thought it would be since drama stayed home for a variety of very detailed, somewhat conflicting, reasons. In attendance were Hilary; Ron; the baby; Melissa; Paul; Katie; Hilary's brother who was super nice and whose name I've forgotten; Hilary's brother's daughter, daughter's cousin and his own fiancée; Paula; Marshal; and a bunch of Hilary's work and baby friends. So in reality, I barely knew anyone there. Everyone had brought plenty of food and drinks and even a pie for dessert. So much food, in fact, that I took the food I'd brought home since we didn't even get to it. I didn't get myself home until almost 11 and I'd arrived around 6 and I don't think I made an ass of myself which was the most I could hope for, so there.
On Sunday I went to my father's house, both to unload all the unused food from the BBQ because I would never get though all that without it spoiling and also to steal my sister's repro Malibu Barbie. I hate the repro's face and I didn't want to have to buy one and I knew my sister had one so my plan was to RFB her NRFB doll and replace it once I was done. However, the damn thing has modern packaging and her hair was sewn to the box in two places. I could still replace it but it would take me longer than I'd anticipated and I had no idea how soon she'd notice it was missing and, of course, I realized RFB'ing someone's NRFB, even a relation's, was a rotten thing to do. I opted to leave it alone.
However, that left me with no doll and it was the middle of the night. What to do? What to do? Hey ho 24 hour Wal-Mart! They had only one in stock and I bought her grudgingly. I am telling myself it was for the packaging and the clothes. As soon as I find my actual Malibu Barbie, this bitch's ass is being sold at a swap meet in Tijuana.
Ewww.
This is actually my sister's doll. I tried taking pictures at various angles to see if there was 1) any resemblance to the original (no.) and 2) to see if she could look cute at all (also no.). The resemblance to Tori Spelling is way too strong.
Labels: Gatherings, Paranoia, Toys
posted by CMURB at 8:34 AM
2 Comments:
RIGHT! Tori Spelling. S'what I thought too. If you smush her face in at the forehead, it's not so frightening.
I don't know why her face is so grotesque, and I've tried smooshing in all directions but this things is like the gross discount store version of a Malibu Barbie and there is no salvation.
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