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Antidote to the common toy.

I'm so tired of grotesquely malformed "cute" animals and baby dolls Laurel's been given (I am generally against anything I can't wash and dry in the sink or the laundry) that a plush Cthulu is awfully tempting. That would beat the pants off those thalidomide baby dolls like Precious Moments and its imitators.

If only Firewire Dino came in a USB version and the Mathmos Color Tumbler was cheaper. *chuckles*

For those of you who haven't had the pleasure, shopping with us is an adventure. We've found adult toys at the dollar store (actually dog toys, but that's another story) and a hot lesbian novel at Dollar General (of course, I bought it). And you haven't lived until you've gone into Target and Laurel yells "Boobies! Boobies!" at the brassieres. After all, the only reason to go to the mall is to dig through the clearance bin at K-B Toys for action figures to mod for my friends and followers. (;

If it wouldn't most certainly get our car damaged by passerby (also why our pro-choice Northern Sun stickers aren't going on until we're back in Colorado), I would seriously consider getting a bunch of the new "I Watch Smut and I Vote!" stickers from Blowfish and distributing them among my friends. It'd be hotter than my last batch of "F**K WORK" comps from Srini. (:


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Feb. 20th, 2003 06:34 pm (UTC)
Precious Moments are so fucking mongoloid. I said that to someone once, and they went off on a tirade about how "Down Syndrome people don't want to be called mongoloid any more because its politically incorrect!" and I shot back with "SINCE WHEN DO THE RETARDS HAVE THEIR OWN CAUCUS? THEY JUST DON'T WANT TO BE CALLED LATE FOR DINNER."

J. and me always poke the padded boobies at stores.
Feb. 20th, 2003 11:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I say "mongoloid" all the time, so I suppose that means someone's going to eventually jump on me. (If so, I hope they touch my boobs. They're lucky!)

I haven't known enough retarded people to ask what they'd like to be called, but most of the ones I've known preferred to be called by their given name. (When we lived in Mass., a family friend of ours worked at a state hospital and took me to work with her a few times. Lots of fun people there -- one guy dropped his pants in the elevator, another insisted I honk the bicycle horn on her power chair because it was "her Cadillac!", etc.. The neighbor left on disability after a resident hit her in the small of the back with one of the heavy old fire extinguishers the building sported and she suffered nerve damage afterward.)

Re poking padded boobies: you sure got a purty mouth. I love you, Auntie!
Feb. 21st, 2003 10:00 am (UTC)
Hahahahahaaha! This is too funny! Convos about retards ALWAYS rate high with me. (You got my e-mail about the Very Special Forces in Irag, right?)

And WHAT are those yeast infection stuffed things you linked us to?! I swear, they look like They Came From The Lab Microscope and accidentally were "manufactured" for Santa's sack. *shudder*

Off to get Monistat before Iraq really seizes on a surefire weapon of destruction...
Feb. 24th, 2003 05:22 pm (UTC)
I'm glad to know I amused you, really. (:

Yes, I got your e-mail. Shared it with the husband too, who wanted to pass it around work before realizing it'd probably get him in trouble. (Unfortunately, it would.)

Cthulhu is a creature from the works of HP Lovecraft. I think it's so easy to find toys of it due to the role-playing game Call of Cthulhu, though having never played it I can't say. I just think it's a nice change from all the mongoloid baby dolls and oddly deformed things we have (aside from Monsters, Inc. Little Mikey, which I think is hysterical).
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