I scream, you scream, we all scream when Barbie’s post modern condo is burning to the ground

Hey folks. This is Kevin. Brian’s friend who would jump off a cliff if there were drugs at the bottom.

Well, let’s just put it all out there in this first blog entry. I’m a big sissy.
What do little sissy boys play with when they’re young? Barbie Dolls.
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It was a normal summer day back in say, 1976-’77 and I was playing outside on the carport with my pretty little Barbie one of my aunt’s had handed down to me. Barbie was walking along the brick border with not a care in the world.

My Daddy was in the back yard burning trash in a 100 gallon barrel drum. This may have been one of his favorite past times.

If you’re a fan of post modern architecture you would appreciate the beautiful form of the barrel drum much as Barbie did. It was actually her post modern condo.

What does Barbie do when her beloved home is burning to the ground right before her plastic gorgeously lashed eyes? Bitch screams! Barbie’s scream is not unlike that of an 8 year old sissy. I don’t remember how long it was before my Daddy ended up on the carport telling me to stop screaming. It could have been minutes and God help my Daddy it could have been hours.

All I know is he was seriously tired of hearing me scream. I’m sure it wasn’t a shining moment for him to see me playing with Barbie either.

So I quieted down A LOT and quickly.

Poor Barbie couldn’t express the grief she was feeling.

Now, at the age of 8 I was a forgetful child. With that and the extreme stress Barbie was going through it wasn’t long before she was at it again.

I don’t know who felt more pain that day. Barbie with the total loss of her condo or me with my ass on fire from the whipping I got for screaming.