I’ve never been a cutesy stuffed animal sort of girl, even as a kid. I had a Barbie once when I was six years old. Well, kind of. She was brown haired and not made by Mattel. I named her Jessica because my older brother’s girlfriend’s name was Jessica and she had long brown hair. And then he broke up with her, said she was a lying bitch so I chopped Jessica’s (the doll’s) hair off and then took her outside and scraped her boobs off on the concrete stoop. My brother laughed and laughed when I showed him fake Jessica Barbie’s fate.
The pictures below are pretty much the polar opposite of creepy little girls doing anything for their brother’s approval so click on the cute kitty cat pictures and be happy I grew up so well adjusted.