We all go a little crazy sometimes

Ode to my Super Dollfie
(sung to the tune of "My Bonnie")

My dollie lies up in Alaska,
Stuck at the border is she,
Her package is piled up in Customs,
'Cause they only work 10 to 3.

Fax us, they say
Bank account numbers to me, to me,
Credit card, blood type,
So they will send dollie to me.

My dollie was made out of resin,
By elves in the Volks fac-to-ry,
But my country thinks she is aiding,
Mullahs from in-sur-gen-cy.

Fax us, they say,
Social security cards, to me,
Costco membership,
So they will send dollie to me.

My dollie is covered in cobwebs,
Detained there indefinitely.
Oh will I collect her before I,
Collect social security?

Fax us, they say,
Passport and forms of ID, ID.
Mother's maiden name,
So they will send dollie to me.

Squee! Dollie!

No, not THAT dollie. She's still in Purgatory.



But very SQUEE-worthy nonetheless!

( Do tell... )

BK hates you and wants you to die!

30 Star Wars toys in our Happy Meals? Good lord.

Also, some of my friend have too much time on their hands.

Or, I could get pink braces for my teeth.