All my Stretch Armstrong toys were casualties toward the end of releasing the goop inside them.
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Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I never mutilated Barbies when I was a kid, but it's a helluva lot of fun as an adult. Stretch Armstrong was definitely an irrestible toy to break. You HAD to find out what was inside.
Gah. I want to go to bed, but I started making this bread too late. And baking this makes a huge mess under normal circumstances, much less a kitchen full of boxes of all sorts due to construction mess. While I can probably get away with letting the dough hang around unbaked for a while, I can't leave this mess around. Construction guys will be here tomorrow plus I really don't want the ants to start hanging out here. Those little fuckers are damned near impossible to get rid of.
On the plus side, I'm getting a nice high off of what's leftover of the dried cherries I macerated in rum. My friend's family's recipe doesn't use those, but that Radio Prague article gave me the idea.
Ah, Stretch Armstrong... If ever there was a doll that screamed, "Please, torture me...."
If ever there was a doll that screamed, "Please, torture me...."And with fire sometimes too.
I actually destroyed most of my dolls at one point or another. Barbies were just more plentiful between my sister and I.
One of my favorite childhood games was yanking Barbie's head off, hiding it around the house, and seeing how long it took one of my parents to find it.
Plei, if you're about, I sent you email to your LJ addy--I need your address for the dvds. Profile address good.
I don't remember paying much attention to my Barbie, but my brother seemed to enjoy taking off the clothes and pulling the arms and legs off.
I spent much of my evening wrapping little people in bubble wrap and stuffing them into boxes. And suddenly I feel like this post belongs in Minearverse.
My upstairs neighbor seems to be re-arranging furniture. I guess it's good that I'm not trying to sleep yet.
Perkins, both Jase and Marco get hurt in this week's Mile High. One of those I could see going in, the other took me quite aback.
Somervillains should be on the watch for monsters and giant mushrooms when they're in Cambridge.
We mutilated a few in an attempt to turn them into Wendy O. Williams after the whole tv incident, but I think that's the extent of it. Most of mine went to their deaths via dog.