When I first laid eyes on Barbie, she was shackled to a pink wall at the left wrist and both ankles, inside some sleazy dime store. She was dressed as above, and I immediately thought, "Uh-huh. Sex slave." Either that, or she was a crackwhore, or possibly even a heroin addict. I wasn't quite sure which. However, since our hairstyles/color were very similar, I just knew I had to rescue the bitch from her bondage. Maybe teach her some self-respect. I mean, really, what kind of a role-model would she be for today's young girls, had I left her behind? "You're coming home with me, girlfriend."
Then, the very next day, my other girlfriend, Ampgrrl, brought home a stray collie-dog named Lusty. Lusty and Barbie hit it off immediately. Since we have a road-trip planned for this weekend (it's QCW: "Quarterly Chick's Weekend") to a little town in Arizona, looks like Barbie and Lusty will have to come along. I sure hope they behave themselves. Stay tuned....