πΏ In discussions of childhood often the subject of barbie dolls comes up. And I probably did have one at some point but the doll I remember playing with the most was this guy. Yep. Mr. T. πͺπΏ
πΏ Oh lawdy how I wish I had a photograph of me as a little kid with my Mr.T doll. His arms, his chains, his stature; he was power. He was original and he was my doll of choice.
πΏ I donβt remember who got it for me, or what happened to it but I do remember playing with it, polishing his chains, and having way more fun with a beast like him than I would have had with a disproportioned barbie.
πΏ I spotted this street art in Wolverhampton city centre yesterday. My hands were freezing and I was running unfashionably late, but I had to stop and get just the right snap of this @banksy style piece. I donβt know if it is one of Banksyβs. It would be awesome to know. So thanks for the memories unnamed (for now) artist.
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P.S. I pity the fool who underestimates me.
– Phrase of the day.
πΏ Peace & Love Hypno Mama xx