I work as a ticket collector at a broadway theater. Each night we funnel the large crowd of people through our ticket area to the theater into two hours of listening to the worst music ever. Its a painful job, but each time i collect a ticket i just think “you poor poor fool, you paid way too much to be entertained by dressed up idiots”
Bucky is my bulldog. He humps everything. He seems to think that my kids room, that is full of stuffed animals, is his ballin palace of love. Its like a wet dream for a dog. he struts in there and just goes to town on the Care Bears, teddys bears, and everything else furry and fluffy. I draw the line at my kids legs
I wish barbie came with a guide. Because honestly this bitch has everything! Dream House, horses, cars, ken, hot tub, gym, camper, etc. I want to be barbie. They should create a book called “Barbies Guide: Everything You Need to Know to Be A Life Long Success”