When I was a kid I used to make the occasional prank call. But then I turned 13 and decided that it was a fairly retarded way to spend ones time. I've also received a few "heavy breathing" calls in my day. My mom finally bought us a whistle and said that whenever "he" called that we were to blow the whistle as loud as we could into the phone. That worked although I do wish she had specified that before blowing the whistle I should take the receiver away from my head as my ear made this weird ringing noise for days afterward. But it got rid of the pervert. It's a new day, however, and perverts must be looking for new ways to annoy us. Twice today someone has texted a picture to me. I have no idea who he is or what the hell he wants. But he must think that I don't know that sometimes shirtless men squeeze their arms against their chest to give the appearance that they actually have biceps when, in fact, their arms really look like toothpicks that are broke
Like sex, but with a B.
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I wonder if her head is removeable, too?
EWBL, my Barbies were put in similarly compromising positions. And then they would also spend some "quality time" with Ken. For scientific purposes, obviously.
My daughters share a room and they have a big drawer for all of their Barbie crap. I went in there the other day and every sticking one of the dolls was nude and many were missing either a limb or a head. It's like Jeffery Dahmers toy chest in there. Creepy. But not NEARLY as creepy as the 15 minute lunch post that's currently up. Johnny, if you're out there PLEASE make it go away!!