Remember the Barbapapas? Those funky blobs of ectoplasm that could change themselves into whatever shape they wanted? As a kid I always wondered how the hell those things functioned - where were their organs? What about skeletons? How could they stand upright? Talk? It was against the laws of physics. (Not that I knew the laws of physics at age 6, but one tends to extrapolate these laws from observations around them. I.E. The swing goes up - it comes back down. Hmmm... Gravity. I fall off my bike and slide to a stop on the pavement -> Friction. Cool) So how the fuck could these things mold themselves into whatever the fuck they wanted and not have to abide by the same rules of nature as the rest of us?. Things like this that were fed to us as children had a knack for pissing me off. Man, I really needed to relax as a kid :)
I thought today would be a good day to be a barbapapa. I'd just mold myself into a helicopter and clickety-click barbatrick - I'm home. No QEW. No Gardiner. No near death highwary experiences. Then I'd mold myself into a quality meal and proceed to eat my fine self. This wouldn't do to much harm as I'd just integrate the food back into myself. I know, I know - your thinking but he doesn't have a stomach! I'm a freakin' barbapapa, I'd just make one. One could just imagine how being a barbapapa could have it's advantages in the bedroom as well :0
Anyway, check this out for some solid Barbapapa pics and info.....
"If you complain once more you'll meet an army of me" - Bjork
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