I can’t stand those bastard put me together shits. They irritate the hell out of me. If my kid ever wants one, I’m just gonna smack him.
…and I thought I would never have fun stripping dolls popping their heads off, tossing them down the toilet, and then frying the body in the sun with a magnifying glass…
(Note: Most of this post was sarcastic. I’m sick of Bush jokes and may be the only one here that doesn’t think he’s a total ass and deserves to die. I was merely reinacting what I did to my sister’s Barbies when I was younger.)
Strange, must have been away when this thread was made.
Anyway, I have a special place on my shelf for that action figure.