I keep getting requests for more barbie pictures. When I was digging through my field camp pictures for the last post, I found a bunch of barbie pictures too. I have always taken my barbies to field camp. I was given my very first barbie at my own field camp by a friend who also likes to “play” with barbies. I still have that barbie, and she always goes to camp and on every road trip.
One of the field camp students loved the barbies. She would set them up in poses, ranging from orgies to beer guzzling to whitewater rafting. She built them several whitewater rafting boats out of plastic packaging material, duct tape, and beer cans.
These are fun photos, but the Barbie – Palin Ambush is my favorite so far.
Drunken, slutty barbies – where do you find these gals? Or do they find YOU? You know what, don’t answer that. They might be trying to find me, too – and just haven’t reached the north yet.
My only Barbie was a good girl last summer and just soaked in a hot tub made of a Japanese bulb bowl filled with colored marbles. She had a frog mariachi band to make her happy all summer long. My barbie is normal.
I’ve always disliked Barbies alot, but I’m seeing their wild and fun side and I changing my mind. I have my own names for some of the more trashy ones. They remind me of people I knew in junior high and high school.