(I got inspired for this one after my daughter told me a few weeks ago that I play better after I’ve had some champagne. Yea, she asked her father to go buy me a bottle so that I’d play Barbies with her! Go figure!)
Daughter: Mommy, can I fill your glass up for ya?
Mommy: No baby (hiccup)…I’m good! Now which Barbie am I playing with again? They’re all starting to look alike, these blond bitches!
Daughter: You’re Malibu Barbie, and you’ve just come back from the ball at the castle.
Mommy: So I probably need to change clothes, right? Woohoo! Let’s get naked, Barbie!
Daughter: Mom, stop playing with her boobies! No, she doesn’t need to change clothes AGAIN. Play right!
Mommy: I AM playing right. I thought the whole point was to change their clothes. I mean really, they can’t sit around chatting about physics can they? Where’s Ken? Let’s see how he looks in drag!
Daughter: Dad, she’s not playing right!! Bring her some more champagne! Now listen, you just came back from the ball, and Ken’s your prince.
Mommy: “He’s not my type!” Yea, you go Malibu! Ken’s a sissy! We wants ourselves a big, black Man Barbie…yea, one that actually has genitals! Fuck Ken!
Daughter: Dad! Mommy said fuck again! She knows she’s not supposed to say fuck, cause fuck is a bad word, and fuck can get you in big trouble at school! So make her play right!
Mommy: “Yea, Ken, you know you want it up the ass, don’t ya?” “Stop teasing me, Malibu!” “Come on and whine some more, sissy boy!” “Take that!” “No, you take that!” Whoa…watch them go at it! Damn, if Ken had genitals, she would have just kicked his nuts clean up into his throat. I love playing Barbies!