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Mattel Memories Barbie never had to make life-altering decisions. Just whether she should wear her glittering gold strapless or luscious lavender sweater dress with matching heels. Ken was a pussy and G. I. Joe would rather play with guns Instead of the plastic lumps upon Barbie’s slender chest. Most Barbies ended up girl on girl anyway, Ken’s arms never contoured to her figure right. Chopped and styled hair, glue stuck her to her new “working outfit”, shoes lost, Arms ripped off, eventually dressed with an old soggy A & P paper bag. Left in a heap on the attic floor, scattered amongst neglected stuffed and po

Yuletide Vomit Warning: This is a bitter Jewish girl’s way of making fun of commercialism and how it exploits certain holidays.  It is meant for fun and not to be insulting or offensive, so if you are going to get your panties in a bunch and be offended, then don’t read it.  I won’t be offended. Christmas threw up all over Macy’s The mall is smothered with green foliage tied with red ribbons The halls are gold trimmed and you can’t escape the sounds of jingling bells. Each aisle of the “Holiday Spirit” store is filled with Merry’s, Noel’s, and reindeer, Not a dreidel in sight. No festival of

Once upon a tragic ending A girl with a red coat made of fur, A wolf full of pork, a star without a wish. Where everyone with a modest nose lies And beauties suffer from insomnia. The man behind the curtain doesn’t have potions or ruby slippers. Today we step on talking crickets And gingerbread men never run away. Goldilocks is on a diet and we mount mermaids on the wall. The white rabbit’s batteries are not included Prince Charming is playing Dungeons and Dragons, The damsels are getting their hair done. Snow White’s on the tanning bed, the Dwarfs signed a contract with Jackass. The stories are altered, the charac

  "I'm too girlie?  What, because I wan attention?  Because I don't want you to only talk to me when we're alone and you're begging me to fuck you?  I mean, I'm not saying I don't want you to too that, I think boys are the most adorable when they're horny and desperate, I'm saying that I need more.  No, I'm not asking for a relationship, we can still just be having fun, as long as you realize that I'm another person and I can still be your friend as well as a good lay.  Yes, as girlie as I may be, with wanting the compliments and cuddles and the occasional dinner, even if it does come from a box, I also like to just play.  I hate how guys don

Easily distracted Turning too many heads The sweet will turn bitter. Make a decision, There are no knights Battling for your heart. Just words, fiery and fierce. What used to be fun Becomes awkward and fragile Torn for attention Tortured for affection Feelings of love, lust The taste if something new The regret of the lost And of the losing. Too scared to move forward Too late to stop back. When thoughts become desires And when dreams and reality collide There are just too many distractions And it's too sweet to just turn a head A dangerous decision When the bitter turns sour.

A supposedly haunted building is being investigated by the Mystery Inc. gang for just being creepy, and by Batman and his crew for being under suspicion as the Scarecrow's hideaway.  As usual, the Scooby gang splits.  Shaggy walks into an elevator and Scooby, who is distracted by a crowded table, which looks like a cheeseburger, doesn't make it into the elevator on time.  Shaggy pounds on the doors and searches, but finds no "open door" button. Shaggy:  Like Zoinks!  Scoob man, get me outta here! (Batgirl suddenly drops down from the elevator ceiling.) Batgirl: What are you doing here?  (She kicks her leg out and pins Shaggy to a wall.) A

All the King's asses And all the Queen's whores Couldn't put time together again The clock ticks impatiently Like a heart without a tragic end Everyone needs a little drama in their lives When the cards are stacked too high How many will be cut When the pages will fall This stage is not big enough for your ego Follow your own brick road And paint it with verses of sanity Candy coated houses are sweeter in the making And poisoned apples are sweeter when sour Thorns on roses prick harder then spindles When time stops, we will already Be too late.

He will always know The words to say. The right ones, The wrong ones, The silent ones. He will stand by you when you are suffering, And just out of reach when you're in need. Your eyes burn holes right through him And when he gives away your attention They sting with tears no one is meant to see. On the days his hugs linger And his smiles are just for you They make up for tomorrow When he's moved onto your Best friend.

Do you think my poetic play-on-words will work this time? Or will you take them too literally or disregard them as girlish babble? This girl doesn't even know what she writes. Maybe she doesn't know what she writes maybe it's a outlet or written questions you were never meant to see, but that still need answering. So everyday is a test Let's see what you do. React with caution, Flirt just under subtly. Don't even bother talking. you're being observed, Not listened to.

Meredith walks in with a box of girl scout cookies Meredith:   Anyone want some cookies? Rebecca:  Mmm girl scout cookies. Kyle:  Mmm girl scouts. R:  Eww, you're sick K: You love it. Meredith:  I don't understand the appeal in dating younger girls.  I mean, sure, their easy, but after you get in their pants, what's the point of continuing on with them?  Girls date older guys because they think they're more mature, and guys date younger girls to screw them.  Pretending to be sincere and charming their way into little girls pants.  The girls eventually realize that guys can't mature and figure out that they are only being used, but when