This week's list will not include 5 witty and humorous things that I love.
Nor will it include 5 equally fabulous observations about things I don't get.
Because this week, it's all about Those Who Incite a Raging and Crackling Fire of Hatred In My Otherwise Easygoing Heart (T.W.I.A.R.F.O.H.I.M.O.E.H.). Oh. I think you know who they are. Those vile, shameless Bratz Dolls. I think they are attempting to take over and insert themselves into all unsuspecting parts of society. And I hate them.
Some Things I Hate About T.W.I.A.R.F.O.H.I.M.O.E.H.:
- Because you need a place to put all of the pictures of you in your belly shirt and that note the boy passed you in class the other day that said: "ur rack looks totally sweet lets hook up after school".
- You want to know what I said to The Husband when I came home and showed this one to him? "WHY IS THIS BABY WEARING CROTCHIE PANTIES?"
- Oh. No. They. Didn't.
How DARE they?!? Not the BOPIT! Noooo!
- Hey, at least they're teaching girls it's good to play sports!
...Oh wait. That's more like an exotic dancer's interpretation of a basketball uniform, isn't it? Oops.
- A puzzle AND stickers?!? SCORE!
- Her box says she's bendy. Bendy? BENDY?!?
- Hmmm...I just can't help but think some thought went into appealing to the Perv Population on this one. Come on. Twins?
- What?
Didn't you carry your baby bottle around your neck on a chain as a child?
In your crotchie panties?
- Wow, how totally artistic.
- This reminded me of something...what was it?
...oh yeah. This:
