RE: Happy Birthday c172
December 13, 2014 at 3:15 pm
(This post was last modified: December 13, 2014 at 3:21 pm by Violet.)
(December 13, 2014 at 6:21 am)pocaracas Wrote: That was a gift for c172, not for you... that is why you fail!
I'm a pirate. I often take things that aren't 'ment for me'... and I make a damn good buck off the whole business.
Quote:Those are not barbies, clearly!
Barbies are anorexic and stiff.
These women are clearly healthy and fit.
They are handpicked women to represent England, which is paptent by the colors on their uniform.
Also, they are all blond which is consistent with their English origin.
Bitch: I eat people!

Also: they all made of plastic, which is consistent with they Barbie origin. Not a shred of actual cloth to they 'uniforms' (cheap ass corporations), but even then: at least they can be undressed and redressed at any time. What we gonna call 'em, cap'n?
I call 'em "English Barbie". Too fucking prissy to be dating Malibu Barbie, but just plastic enough for Ken-boi's little toys.
Quote:They are sports women. Fit. Note their muscular thighs, perfectly fit abs and, above all, the pecs!
Their pecs must be phenomenal as they can sustain all the fatty tissue patent on their chests!
I AM A DEMIGOD!

'tain't 'ard when y'mer 'dan 'alf plastic, cappa.
Quote:Also note that they have been practicing as they are already a bit sweaty.
And they're pros! Note that their clothing is not wet from sweat. They wear hi-tech clothing which manages to keep sweat out and is then hydrophobic throwing sweat away.
S-sweaty? That aint sweaty: them shiny cause they PLASTIC.
... and I have fallen for the parody. Dammit, well played, mortal. And people wonder why we left in the age of iron...

Quote:Also, all barbies have the same face.... these show 11 different faces.
My barbies all have very unique face... really stellar burn work; it's hard to do in life what plastic does when exposed to flame.
Cuz, it takes a lot more flame, and they just slightly less willin to stand there all relaxed-like with they hair on fire. Fucking mortal women, man... can't pacify they agitated mammaries for shit.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day