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Originally Posted by PornoDoggy
I have pleasant dreams of bonfires made of Cabbage Patch Kids, Strawberry Shortcake, and My Little Fucking Ponies.
Just for kicks, about once a year I mention the name of a little girl that used to hang out with my middle daughter (now 28). She goes off on a rant that would make a sailor gasp in awe at the creative use of obscene words. She is still pissed off at this chick, who she belives stole her Cabbage Patch Kid when she was nine.
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Ah, yes....those childhood grudges hold strong even into adulthood.
I remember a little girl standing in front of me, quivering with rage, tears in her eyes, because one of her friends had just said her Cabbage Patch doll wasn't "real." Ooooh, boy.... I just gave her "the look" and said "of course she's real, you can see her, can't you?" My daughter nodded firmly and stalked back into the bedroom. To my imaginitive child, "Brittany" was very, very real. I imagine some harsh talk was unleashed on that unfortunate, reality based friend. (the little bitch...oops...sorry....)