Barbie's Letter to Santa
Listen you fat troll, I've been saving your bacon every year, being the perfect
Christmas Present, wearing skimpy bathing suits in December and dressing
in fake Channel at sappy tea parties.
I hate to break it to ya Santa, but it's payback time. There had better be
some changes around here, or I'm gonna call for a nationwide meltdown, and
trust me, you don't wanna be around to smell it.
These are my demands for Christmas 1999:
Sweat pants and an oversized sweatshirt. I'm sick of looking like a hooker
in hot pink bikinis. Do you have any idea what it feels like to have nylon
and velcro up your butt? I don't suppose you do.
Real underwear that can be pulled on and off. That cheap-o molded underwear
some genius at Mattel came up with looks like cellulite!
A REAL man... I don't care if you have to go to Hasbro to get him, bring
me GI JOE. Hell, I'd take Tickle-Me-Elmo over that pathetic bump of a boy-toy
Ken. And what was up with that earring anyway? HELLO!?
It's about time you made us all anatomically correct. Give me arms that actually
bend so I can push the aforementioned Ken-wimp away once he is anatomically
Breast reduction surgery. 'Nuff said.
A jog-bra. To wear until I get the surgery.
A new career. Pet doctor and school teacher don't cut it. I want to make
A new, more 90's persona. Maybe "PMS Barbie", complete with a pint of cookie
dough ice cream and a bag of chips.
No more McDonald's endorsements. The grease is wrecking my vinyl complexion.
10. Mattel stock options. It's been 39 years - I think I deserve a piece
of the action.
Considering my valuable contribution to society and Mattel, I think these
demands are reasonable. If you you don't like it you can find yourself a
new bitch for next Christmas. It's that simple. As ever,
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