Showing posts with label that's not my fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label that's not my fantasy. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Skipper and Ginger
Realizing that they only had one end stake, Ginger was all too happy to remind Skipper that she had Ken in her pocket.
"Perfect," said Skipper. "We can pound him in the ground with my mallet when we get to the pitch!"
Dolls. What'll they think of next?
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