Grab your best fainting couches and clutchin' pearls, America, because there's a whole new set of teensy genitals to have a moral panic over. First there was Victoria Jackson worrying about the moral implication of tiny cartoon genitals in a middle-school sex-ed book, which we've already covered (ha-ha, they
Never mind the peen, that belly button makes me anxious. If you stare too long into that empty void of space, you'll see God, or the cosmos, or VicJack's skull interior.
Yeah! <i>Spike</i> that Jones!
The doll is nicely packaged.
&quot;Suzie, why is Barbie&#039;s Dream House littered with tiny mirrors covered with powdered sugar?&quot;
&quot;Hey Skipper! Let&#039;s play this new game I just found -- it&#039;s called &#039;Hide The Salami!&#039; &quot;
Never mind the peen, that belly button makes me anxious. If you stare too long into that empty void of space, you&#039;ll see God, or the cosmos, or VicJack&#039;s skull interior.
Open Carry Texas?
I sure hope Baby Meconium will come complete with a roll of paper towels, that stuff is sticky.
Same time that they choose their sexuality, right?
Thank goodness that isn&#039;t a black baby doll, or these whackaloons would detonate in a mushroom-cloud of white-hot rage.