“It can’t be the road to the afterlife,” called Sprite as he chased after Spectre.
Spectre was already across the road and marching through a cornfield. “What the heck?”
As Sprite caught up, he saw Spectre standing on another road. Spectre was looking at a line of plastic dolls. They led to a pile of coal with an iron grate on top.
“Hey,” laughed Sprite, “it’s a Barbie queue!”
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Little Fears 
Well,more than one person has said there’s a special place in hell for Barbie, LOL.
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Ooof, yeah haha.
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That’s pretty funny
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Thanks again, Brittany!
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Ken I have sauce with that?
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Ooof! very good, haha.
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Keep them coming. Just right for breakfast laughs 🙂
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Aww, cheers again, David. Glad I can wake people with a grin.
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Lol.
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😛 😛 😛
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Good one, as usual! I have to stop reading your blog at breakfast – too much food and tea ending up on the computer when I can’t hold back a laugh!
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Ooof, I offer no refunds on tea-snorted keyboards!
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Awesome!!!! 🙂
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Thank ya. 😀
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Groaning! 🙂
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Music to my ears!
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HA! A grill by the road though, hmmm…I might just Skipper.
(sorry, best I can do on only one cup of coffee :D)
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Hah! It’s good enough for here. 😛
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Excellent!
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Thank you, Dawn.
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Audible “ugh”
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That’s what I like to hear! 😛
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Groan! A good one.
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Cheers, Viv. 🙂
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Oh yes!!!!
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Hah. Living the plastic dream.
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Nooooooooo
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Yeeees. 😛
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😊 👍
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You’re toying with puns beyond your control.
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Ooof, kertish!
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