Elizabarbie
Let's Gossip Barbie, 4
A short story in four parts
There she is, sheee's back. Look, Piffle Hilton, what did I tell you? She is loaded, I mean her three bearers are loaded, with stacks and stacks of sacks from Sax's and boxes from Fetishes R Us. What an addicted shopaholic. She has not one iota of restraint, so vulgar.
Barbie, dahlin, I am so flitter flattered that you made it back. Kissy, kissy. Don't you look fantabuloso? What wretched excess treasures did you score today?
How is Ken? (snicker, snicker). Dahlin, I saw him last night on The Nine Inch Dolls Real Reality Show. He was not looking so good. Did he survive? What happened? One minute he was himself, handsome and studly, then, in the next shot, he was blowing barf bubbles. OMG, he got food poisoning from the gold plated carrots? You don't say (hee-hee). Did any of the other doll stars get sick? They all looked OK except for the occasional laser saber wounds. And, poor Lucy and Desi are still in the hospital. Elvis and Marilyn were stuck together, like dogs, but Lincoln hosed them down, so that it came out OK.
Have you seen GI Joe lately? No? But, he was at the party of the century last night. I saw him on my 555 inch HD, the EavesDropKam caught him with sizzling eyes, you were right there, I know that you saw him. Oh, now you remember, you did greet each other briefly? (wink, wink). Don't worry, I can keep your secret.
Sorry, you must leave so quickly. Don't you want some coffee? Did I say something wrong? Oh, I understand, your bearers are tired. You must take your loot to your closet before it goes out of style. Sure, see you soon. Lets do lunch. Kissy, kissy.
I got a text on my phone. Suddenly, my day was brighter. Hee-hee, a GI Joe booty call! Whooopeee.
Puffball Hilton, sorry, dahlin, so, I gotta go now. It's time for my mani-pedi. See you soon. Lets do lunch. Kissy, kissy.
the end
To read the story from the beginning go to "Archive", then "July", then "Lets Gossip Barbie, 1".
