2 plastic bimbos pulverize the brains out of a fortunate boy
We wore various bits of costumes at home, and tucked plastic weapons into our belt loops. Bimbo plastic—you got the money, they can't say no. Their brains are soft and strawberry-hued and pornographically sweet. Whatever ugly guys have when they hit on gorgeous women. We went outside and I had my first cigarette in some years.
