Wait For It...

Because it's coming, on Saturday.

Classic...

I found this floating around my Sketch and Reload blog in the archives. This has nothing to do with anything relevant, but it actually kind of cracked me up a little. So hey, who says you can't syndicate a blog post. Reeepllaaayyyyy!

Friday, August 26, 2005
Ken Complex...
Where the hell did he go? You know, Ken, as in Barbie's boyfriend. Whatever happened to him? Did Barbie finally dump his sorry ass? I never really liked him because he didn't really do anything. Barbie had like 15 jobs, but the only things I ever saw Ken do were drive the dream car and get hungry so that they would have to go to McDonalds. McDonalds of all places. How does he expect to keep that chisled physique of his on Big Macs and fries. Seriously, how do you think he took the break up? No more dream house, no more converatable, just out on his ass all of a sudden. You think they could have at least let him down easy. Like I-think-we-should-just-be-friends Barbie, or I'm-just-not-ready-for-a-committed-relationship-right-now Barbie, or I-need-more-time-to-work-on-me,-you-know-meet-new-people,-figure-out-what-I-want Barbie, hell even You-just-don't-do-it-for-me-anymore Barbie. Anything. Poor Ken, apparently women like that want men who do things now a days. Let us have a moment of silence to the end of on era. To the loss of the icon of the trophy husband.