I saw some creepy horror movie anthology last night where the main character was stalked by dolls…surrounded by dolls…eventually BECAME a doll. Now I’m seeing the darn things everywhere…hideous little mannikins, their faces painted like mimes on a sugar rush. Thank god I can always retreat to the relative safety of Texas Thrift.
No. Oh, no. Please, say it’s not so.
Sssh…behind the mountain laurels…
there’s another one.
Sure, the painter tried to tuck her out of sight, but I can see her there, wearing what appears to be Lady Gaga’s Meat Dress from her 2010 “Monsters of Skirt Steak” tour, along with a little doily, presumably to soak up the gravy. I don’t know. I just do my best to avoid them.
I’m not saying that’s necessarily a meat dress, only that as far as I know only bacon falls in natural lumps like that. Good, high-quality bacon, the kind your grandma used to dress dolls in because they couldn’t afford doll clothes from the store.
I can’t explain why this particular doll seems to have covered her little mug in elmer’s glue then done a faceplant into a bowl of “lucky charms” though. The ways of dolls are strange to me.
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