So, I was making breakfast the other day, and I turned around to see this: A sixteen foot line of "hard animals" stretched out the entire length of my future basement trim.
The first question that came to my mind? Where ARE they all going?
I thought it necessary to give proper credit to the fearless leader, rippling muscles, head erect and proud, and owner of the most dangerously poofy hair in the whole toy tub: Barbie horse.
Why was this animal chosen to lead her people to the kitchen? I think the reasons are obvious.
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