long time I thought the freaks you meet most in the U8, U9 and U1. However, the U7 is really not bad. Part of the drunks there are just different broken. I now know as: Barbie is a man of flesh and blood - and perhaps a little silicone. She breaks from her obsession with youth and the society that reviles her pastel Gutwelt luxury life imagination and mocked. And Barbie goes U7.
Somewhere in Schöneberg she got: not tried to originality and Attracting attention teenager but a grown woman, probably around 30, but makeup can fool both traces for life, as well as diet mania or starvation, perhaps even as life itself She was wearing bright pink dreams: complete, down to the white, coarse-mesh Häkellook knee socks, which should perhaps be over knees and had slid down to the spindly legs only, and up to a white bracelet and wasserstoffblondierten, long hair on end with bangs. The skirt, which Blüslein, the top of which, would the high heels, the watch, the nails, the lips, the blush, the rhinestone studded cell phone, start where they hardly sitting herumzutippen immediately wild Everything shone in the cliché girl-Paradise hue. On the fingernails also were displayed colorful glitter particles and in the best French-Nails-style pink flowers and bows. The same she wore in her hair - on a pink plastic headband. You could have a can be Zurückversprengte her childhood, when there would not have been the facial features and the striking over-sized breasts in the dry, tall body. And the stroller. She pushed a gathered monster with Faltpagodendach and miniaturhumanoidem content around with them, which they parked in front of my feet as they took place, of course, in pink, slightly darker than themselves, a pink baby carriage with Insert: pink, nuckelnd, chuckling. In Barbie's attention to detail in the child, everything was pink, the Strampler of the rattles, the cuddly toys and drinking bottles in bright pink car networks to the diaper in the car storage pack basket. Probably buy Barbie pink detergent and toilet paper - and even the food strictly on color.
Hermann Square, I had to get out. No, Barbie remained seated. With the usual shipwrecked and hunted in this place had its pale pink to pink world joyfully nothing in common. Since the children's car was parked across from me, I could not get up and made a gesture of departure, while I was "sorry?" breathed gene pink fairy dust. Instead of simply to abandon the baby a piece of vehicle, even Barbie jumped up, startled, snapped it with one of her much too high Pumps for sheer tried exaggerated polite hectic. Probably caused my switch request, the next life crisis (or stress to Ken), because Barbie was the way to the absolutely unexpected, so here whispered words: "Oh, sorry, I know, I know I'm much too fat"
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