Say little dolly, what’s that hanging from your hat? A bandaid?
Why do you have all that thread around your neck? Were you trying to hurt yourself again?
Oh your poor neck…good thing you have that neck pillow around your pin neck to hold up your bowling ball head!
I know, I know, dear thing..it must be hard to be dressed like a grapefruit with all that see-through green netting. I can see your breakfast under your skirt! Those pink flowers are such a nice touch though, don’t you think? I just love plastic adornments.
Well yes, I know you didn’t sew this dress…it’s clear you don’t have hands. You’re like Edward Scissorhands…only, um, useless.
Oh little dolly, of course I’ll help you make soup with all that chicken under your bed. Come now, take your pills…don’t look so worried.
Oh sweetie, don’t run away! Your head could snap off at the cerebellum with enough momentum …stop!
Oh dear…
November 10th, 2008 at 11:50 am
I always liked this song – ’til now. I used to have a friend that rode Harleys and was nicknamed “Skeeter” because during a drunken stupor he grabbed a huge mosquito and ate it. My friend aside, does anyone else see the similarity between Skeeter the singer and Robin Williams as the latino woman in Mrs. Doubtfire? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBvcGB5OS8U) Perhaps it IS the end of the world.
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