She was going through some stuff, cleaning up the bedroom, and she brings out this old photo album and says 'look, it's Dr. Barbie", while pointing to a faded, poorly-lit 3x5 image that looks like it's been degrading since it was taken sometime around 1985. I'm looking at this dark, grainy image of a little girl, that I can't tell is her, holding some long skinny pinkish thing, and I say "What's that pinkish thing... looks like a dildo".
She responds with, "That's a Dr. Barbie, that's the only gift I ever got from my father! You're ruining my memories!"
Now every time she thinks of the one nice thing her father ever did for her, she's going to think of me calling it a dildo. Oops. I could'nt see the damn picture. It was dark and grainy.
She responds with, "That's a Dr. Barbie, that's the only gift I ever got from my father! You're ruining my memories!"
Now every time she thinks of the one nice thing her father ever did for her, she's going to think of me calling it a dildo. Oops. I could'nt see the damn picture. It was dark and grainy.
