March 14th, 2003

Killer Jazzie

What a great idea for a community. I'm new, and this is the first community I've joined. Enough about that. By the way I love the icon, that is definatly one of the funniest things I've seen on the net for a while. So here is my story...

When I was eight my family moved to a neighborhood with no other kids our age, so my brother Jimmy and I would play barbies. Mind you Jimmy was 12 or 13 at the time, and he would kill anyone if I said he played with Barbies. We had the Jazzie doll (who was Barbie's cousin). We also aquired a riffle from on of my mothers nutcrackers or something. So we always made Jazzie the crazy psyscho. She went on a number of killing sprees. We would make our dolls move houses, or even put Jazzie in jail, but she always got out. We would also occassionally stick all the dolls in a wagon and pretend it was their RV and they would travel around our yard. Jazzie would still follow then and go on a killing spree. Pretty twisted for a eight year old.