If you lived in San Mateo around 1980 and happened to spy a squeaky-voiced white kid running around town with his hand up the ass of a black Lester doll and making it talk like Fred Sanford meets Bugs Bunny, I have just one thing to say.
Thank you for not killing me.
2 comments:
You posted the wrong doll and made me wet my pants.
Perfect. Just perfect.
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