The way i see it, this kid in 20 years time could go either way:
1) Hate every thing with even the slightest hue of pink (which is after all, a lazy attempt at red), start the anti-pink reformists union and dedicate the rest of her life to changing the official Barbie colour to Aqua.
2) Tattoo her entire body pink. Only date Sunburnt men. Live on fairyfloss, strawberry milkshakes and pink (and only pink) marshmallows.
(Don't worry, i'm done being hateful to this pink clad child)
The jokes actually on me. What you don't know is that when i came back from overseas, my room has been painted pink. I live in pinkness. I am the pink child. :(
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